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Lucifer x fem!seraphim!reader

Soulmate arc

Lilith being weird

Saturn

Chapter 6 < Chapter 7 > Chapter 8

You’ve never felt this out of place before. 

Even in heaven it wasn't this awkward.

You were sitting beside Lucifer who hasn’t talked since you’ve arrived here in the main lobby. 

Lilith was sitting in front of you all like she hasn’t been missing for 7 years.

Walking around as if she owns this place. And it angered you.

Charlie was happy to see her mom again after such a long time, but also was hella confused. 

Why is she here all of the sudden right before the extermination day? Charlie wasn't the only one who thought of this.

You too are confused at this ordinary timing.

Angel dust was concerned about you. 

You and Lucifer were now official but the appearance of Lucifers ex-wife was very overwhelming for you, and Angel could see it. 

And one guy was not even presence, and that was Alastor. 

Weird. 

Normally he’s always there when someone new arrived in here. 

“Who are you?” Nifty broke the silence, and all eyes were now on her. 

Lilith choose to Ignore Nifty, and she pouted. “So, you’re… His new girl?” Lilith asked looking you up and down. With her gaze lingering now on her you felt insecure somehow.

You hugged yourself to look smaller.

You nodded your head 'yes', even though you didn’t like the tone Lilith gave you. 

“She’s his girlfriend and she has a name big tits.” Angel said raising his eyebrows.

He didn’t trust her.

Not at all.

Lilith smirked and leaned back in her seat.

“I don't care. Really her Lu?” Lilith looked over at Lucifer and he looked shortly back.

his gaze went quickly to the ground.

It was obvious that Lilith still had Lucifer in her fingers, and it pissed you off. 

“Excuse me?” You decided to interrupt her cruel speaking.

She looked at you in surprise, and you huff in annoyance.

“You really think you can just come over here and talk here as if this place belongs to you.

Sorry for breaking the news to you, but you’re no longer the owner of this house, nor do you have the right to come here to Insult your ex.

You left him and I’m here. No refunds.” You Shaked your head, Angel dust smirked at you come back. 

He’s so proud of you.

Lucifer smiled, every day he gets more reasons to love you. 

“What are you even doing here?” Lucifer finally looked at Lilith and he felt nothing. 

No Love, no sadness. 

Lilith bit her lip hard, drawing blood. “Can’t I visit my little daughter.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrow, “You never visit nor called her in over 7 years. What changed!” No one gets after his daughter, not even her Mother.

Not even Lilith.

Lilith patient was running thin, she scratched with her nail into the wood piece from the couch breaking her nails in the process. 

She took a breath in and out. “I had a lot of important things to do.” 

Now y’all were raising a brow at this statement, besides Charlie.

She had faith for the first time that her mother wants to see her again. 

But you all had a valid point, why now? 

“It seems no one wants me here. I’ll leave, but I will come back.”

She looked now at Lucifer smiling at his angered face. ‘you’ll see’ She mouthed at him, he pointed towards the door.

And she left.

“That was way too easy.” Husk said that what all thought. She left you all dumbfounded. 

It was way too easy.

Angel shifted towards you and Lucifer. “So, you two a thing now?” You nod your head and smile brightly. 

He wanted to change the topic so you don't overthink all of this, and it worked successfully.

Charlie bounced up and down dismissing the weird visit from her mother. She's so excited for the two of you.

Charlie is a cutie pie, and you love everything about her. She is just like her father, the pros so the cons. Both just want to do their best for their beloved.

Even though they sometimes fuck up, it is always meant in a good way.

“You said It yourself seconds ago. Why are you even asking?” Lucifer asked and rested his chin on your shoulder.

He loves that he's shorter than you. Every time you two hugged he was always between your boobs. Even though he wears a hat to look taller.

Angel just shrugged and continued to drink his Malibu with his well known smile.

… Time Skip...

Lucifer paced around your room, and you watched his every move. 

You stood up and hugged his waist looking down into his eyes. Sometimes he was looking at you, but they travelled through the whole room most of the time.

“Luci, calm down. Nothing happened we are fine.” His strand fell in front of his eyes, and you put it back to its place, Lucifer clicked his tongue.

“That’s what’s worrying me. Why didn’t she do anything? I know Lilith since the start of earth, she wouldn’t just leave in those situations without a reason.” 

Lucifer leaned into you embrace letting out a distressed sigh. 

"Don't worry about it. You're one of the strongest beings, she wouldn't dare to put out a fight like Michael did." Lucifers sighs, you're probably right.

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“You just left?!” Michael laughed biting at his fresh manicured nail. 

His women staff around him tensed up, wanting nothing more than to leave.

Michael sent them away. They ran as fast as they could out of the room.

“And you didn’t even spy on them? Tried anything to get useful Information?! I really wonder why you divorced him and not the other way around.” He breathed in and threw a glass cup next to Lilith. 

“But you just LEFT?!” 

He shook his head, his eyes shining in pure blue. 

“They’re soulmates.” She whispered. Not looking at him with his icy cold eyes.

She hated that look in his eyes he was giving her.

He looked at her like she is a piece of garbage, something he should've got disposed of.

Something that now molds in one of his cabinets.

the only reason why she is still alive was her use for him.

And something else they both tried to hide and undo.

Michael’s mark burned in protest but it won’t stop him to punish Lilith.

“NO SHIT!” he leaned his hand in his palm trying to calm down. massaging his forehead hardy leaving a red fingerprint.

“Your plan failed Michael. It worked for a couple of Months but not longer. It seemed their bond grew stronger.” A loud bang echoed the icy cold halls in Michael’s mansion. 

The temperature was starting to get colder and colder. 

Ice started to grow around Lilith holding her tight in place. “I should’ve killed you a long time ago.”

He stood in front of Lilith cutting her cheek open with the same knife your blood was spilled. 

“I- I- have an idea!” Michael removed the knife from her cheek with ease.

Lilith feared him you thought? 

Feared was the wrong word.

She’s haunted by him. 

Every time she thinks she’s in peace, he reminds her that he has her in her personal hell.

The sharing Soulmate mark was burning on her skin bonding then for eternity.

“Tell me.” Michael licked Lilith’s blood away from her cheek and she shrieked trying to get away from him. But his ice didn’t let her move. 

“We can use her,”

Michael grabbed her chin turning Lilith head to him, “I already tried that Bitch.”

Lilith looked at Michael and shrugged her eyes at him, “But my idea is better.” 

Michael eyes twitched in annoyance, how dare she?

“On extermination day, we can take her away from him.”

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You knocked onto Charlie’s door hesitant.

You were worried about her.

You know how it is with mommy Issues and when they try to gain something out of you. Out of your weakness and dreams. 

No one can destroy you like a mother can. No one can build you up like a loving mother. And no one can cause destruction like a mother.

You speak out of experience with your mother Sera.

Even though you’ve almost spoken no words with Lilith, she seems kind of like an asshole.

It was all Lilith's fault which caused Charlie and Lucifer being so distant to each other.

Saying always Lucifer was too busy to see his own daughter, which isn’t even true. 

And telling Lucifer that Charlie doesn't want to see her own father.

You didn’t like Lilith at all.

Charlie opened the door and was shocked to see you there. 

“Y/n?” You briefly smiled to her, “Can I get in?” She tilted her head and gave you a concerned look. “Did something happen with dad?” 

You shook your head laughing a bit, “I just want to know if everything’s alright with you? Just a quick check.” Charlie nods her head, not looking you in the eye. 

“I can see when someone’s lying my dear.” Charlie looks up to you, “pfft- No. I am completely fine! really!” She laughed you off, pushing you out of her and Vaggies room. 

“If you say so.” You said, not really believing her. Charlie puts her thumbs up and closed the door right in front of you. 

So that’s how Lucifer felt.

Not a nice feeling.

You can understand Charlie, you’re new. New to this Family, new to her. 

So, you understand when she doesn’t want to share her feelings with you. but it was worth a shot. 

You didn't spend much time with Charlie nor her friends.

You talked sometimes with Angel or with Husk. They seemed nice.

You had once a conversation with Alastor and Lucifer wasn’t really a fan of it. 

Lucifer creeped behind you and gave Alastor a rude comment.

He growled at Alastor and pushed you away from him. 

Since then, you always keep yourself distant from Alastor. 

You walked towards the bar seeing Angel and Husk drinking some cocktails and shots.

You sat beside Angel, telling husk to make you a good drink. 

“Never seen you drink alcohol before. Tough day?” Husk asked grabbing some bottles from the shelves. “Nah, just want to try something new.” 

Angel looked you up and down smiling. “You look different.” His fingers drew circles on the bar table, biting his lips in a sexual matter. 

“Did you and the short king finally get into some action?” He pushed his chest fur up and fluffed it a bit. 

And here we go.

Of course, Angel will notice.

Your cheeks redden, feeling the sudden embarrassed. 

“What? No- where did you get that idea from?!” You started playing with the glass that husk laid in front of you moments ago. 

Angel frowned, “I do sex for a living toots. But except that, everyone can see it even if you’re blind like a fish.” Angel rests his head on one of his many hands and raised his eyebrows at you. 

“You’re not a good liar kiddo.” Husk said and Angel snorted, “Ya see! Even Mr. grump cat can see it.”

Angel smirked at Husk and continued to tease him. They both stopped giving each other shots when they heard your joyful laugh. 

“What?” They both asked in sync.

“You two are like an old married couple.” You continued to laugh out loud.

Meanwhile Husk and Angel were a blushing mess blabbering “No’s” and dismissive comments about how they act. 

“Married couple? No, nah. We two? Never, haha!” Angel blabbered and husk agreed by him. And this went on and on for the rest of day.

Angel, Husk, and you got way closer. 

This was a great day so far. 

But there was an unsettling feeling building up in your guts, telling you to run. 

And you couldn’t figure out why. 

Walking back to your room you saw Alastor on your way back. 

‘Please not him’. 

“Look who we have here!” His smile was unsettling, you wanted to leave before he could try anything to you.

You were all alone and he could use this advantage. But he wouldn't right?

“Oh, hey there Alastor. Sorry we can’t chat any longer, I have stuff to do.” You waved him a goodbye and rushed away from him. 

Please let it work.

“What stuff?” 

Alastor teleported himself in front of you scaring the shit out of you.

You screamed and fell right onto your butt.

A stinging pain was growing in that area. 

“Ow! Wtf Alastor!” You looked up at his well-known wide smile and all he did was smirking even wider.

“You know little Angel; you seem to get comfortable in here. I’m glad you like this beautiful hotel! Do you-“

“Darling! Y/n?!” Lucifer called out for you. Interrupting Alastors chat with you, his ears quickly shifted to the well-known voice which was calling for you. 

Lucifer heard your little scream, and he quickly followed the red string feeling that connected the two of you. 

Alastor hummed and disappeared into his own shadows.

Lucifers eyes shifted around the hallway cursing that this place is too large to find you.

Finally he found you lying on your butt unmoving on the floor.

“Are you okay? What happened.” He helped you up to your feet searching for any damage before looking up to you. 

“Yeah, I guess. Just a weird encounter. Don’t worry about it.” Lucifer sighs but didn’t pry any further.

He trusts you that you’ll tell him when something is wrong. 

When you both were lying in your bed, and he was cuddled all up in your lap. 

All you couldn’t help but think about this unease that thrilled behind your head and in your guts.

It was making you sick, as if you got a rare disease.

You played with his angelic golden hair, hoping it will calm that feeling down, to no success.

It didn't help.

You decided to speak up about this, with Lucifer. Maybe this would help.

“Luci?” He hummed, “I have a bad feeling about this.” He sat up, scared that you mean the relationship you two formed.

Fuck I phrased that wrong. You internally screamed at yourself.

“About what?” 

please, please be something else, please. I thought everything is perfect. Lucifer begged in his head.

You looked onto your shelf where the duck he gifted you was resting. A replica from himself just in a duck form.

It glowing in all their might. You loved this duck; it just was so adorable and remind you of Lucifer so much.

“I don’t know, to be honest. Maybe it is the extermination.” You scratched the back of your head.

Lucifer sighs in relief. Thank God it's just that.

“Don’t worry your head about it Apple pie. Nothing will happen to you.”

Oh, how he will regret saying that. 

A/n: What do you think will Lilith and Michael do with Y/n?

Annnd one final Question:

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A/n (again):Thank you for all the lovely comments, likes and repost<3 And FOR THE 300 FOLLOWERS DAYUM. We got new pookies❤️

btw I'm sick so if this chapter (or the next) comes later than normal I apologize.

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This rant has 1 target audience and it’s me sorry I like to talk about my unfinished/abandoned stories like they’re successful tv shows and I’m the director getting interviewed about the little details of said show

I love afterland postal so so so much you don’t know how hard it was for me to cut it, but it got to the point that it’s effecting my mental health so I had to stop it. His story in the afterlife is a healing journey, so for that healing journey to be effective I have to make the downfall in his past life hurt, like, HURT hurt, and I went a bit too far that and focused on it a bit too much that I was not working on the healing part anymore. Everyday I regret the making of water angel cause it ended being my fav instead of the protagonists and it being the physical manifestation of death made me focus on the downfall of the story too much, until it literally just crumbled to the ground. If I pick back up Dolus’s story one day I will cut out water angel entirely and maybe most part of his past life, focusing mainly on the afterlife part and how he recovers/deal with his past traumas and rid of bad habits. I want to draw this gremlin again so so bad.

Afterland Postal is a story about learning to love life through death. I like to draw Dolus with CT moon and Callisto sitting together because all three of their stories are about “learning to love life again through the death”. In Dolus’s case is his literal death. For CT moon is him fantasizing death. And for Callisto is through the death of her old life.

After the “death” all three of learned to love themselves again by traveling. They see the world in different perspectives, goes out of their bubbles and get a taste of the wild possibilities of what life has to offer.

For Dolus, I specifically placed him in this post office that delivers mails to the living plane so he can run around experiencing the world but doesn’t have to deal with life? One of his big thing is that he enjoys simply existing, he likes observing the world, feel his surroundings, I had an entire chapter that’s describing how he sees the world through his 5 senses. The feelings are the only thing he enjoyed about life, now he’s a ghost life doesn’t have effect on him anymore, he can really slow down sit down and look at the world he didn’t have the time to look at before, see what he missed and what he may have never be able to see.

For CT moon is basically all described in that If my world goes Bang comic.

Callisto is a different case cause she doesn’t die, strongest fucking character in my stories she survived and very passionate about living. In the original plan after her finding Hester and having Hester’s soul freed, she’s gonna go and travel the world. She has been living in this little house in the middle of nowhere for good half of her life, having her burned down her past and moving on to a new one is good for her. I had a lot a lot of sketches that is just her traveling, I used this as a chance to expand on this weird magical world she lives in, so many cool places and concept. (Also she started dating people again wohoo) I really wish I didn’t burn myself out after that animatic this story would have been so fun to work on.

SPEAKING OF TRAVELING AS A HEALING MECHANISM☝️I m gonna go on a mad Orange Knife spoiler rant since I don’t think there’s a single soul still reading this thing. In Moondust & Natto plot, Moondust really really wanted to see the world with Natto, she loved the world she loved life, in her eyes the outside world is a struggle but one she would fight for because the sunset is beautiful and the grass is soft and for that the hardship is worth it, she loved the world so so much and she wanted to have Natto experience it too. Freedom was a large part of her soul and being add to OK’s collection permanently took that away. She never got to see it again not even the part of her that got added to worm made it out, her soul is killed long ago and body died with the fire that led to Worm and the remaining crew’s freedom, which honestly I think she would be happy knowing that her death freed Natto in the end. She would be mad knowing the person who killed her is freed too but she would understand if she knows Worm’s situation better. After Natto is free I’d like to think he carries a piece of Moondust with him so in his heart he completed their dream, and they can finally experience the world together.

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A Princess' Guide to Interrogating a Radio Demon (Part II)

(read Part I here!)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Charlie, Ler!Vaggie, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, interrogation (in the most playful sense). If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige.

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

First: MAJOR thank you for all the sweet notes and feedback on Part 1 of this fic! I was not expecting such an enthusiastic response, and it really made my week! So grateful to be part of this lovely community 💕

As promised, here is part 2... This one gets a little more intense than the last, but it's still all for fun (and Al can handle it 🤭) So excited to share it with you all!

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Vaggie is never quite sure what she's going to find when she hears a commotion elsewhere in the hotel - especially when it's coming from the direction of Alastor's room.

But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her girlfriend pinning the most powerful overlord in Hell to the floor, tickling him to hysterics.

"Uhhhh..... Sweetie?"

"He won't tell me where he hid it!"

Vaggie just takes it in for a second. "So you're tickling him?"

"How else am I supposed to get it outta him?!"

"That's an... unconventional method, babe."

Charlie pauses her assault to shoot her girlfriend a deadpan look over her victim (who merely remains sprawled out on the floor beneath her, using his reprieve to take in as much precious oxygen as possible).

"You think I'm stupid enough to threaten real harm on The Radio Demon?"

That remark draws a maniacal little chuckle from the crumpled heap.

"Doesn't sound very effective," Vaggie observes.

But Charlie is too busy growling taunts at her victim again, tazing him in the sides. "Sorry, did I say something funny, giggles? Huh?! Did I?"

Vaggie can't help but smile herself at how hard it is for her girlfriend to keep a straight face during her "interrogation." She pokes and prods and scribbles all over the poor man, until his distinctive cackle echoes from the ceiling. And then she sits back on her heels, practically beaming with delight as he continues to shake with residual giggles.

At one point Charlie flashes her girlfriend a goofy grin. "I really think I'm wearing him down."

"Oh yeah. Absolutely, babe." Vaggie leans back against the doorframe with a smirk. "He really looks like he hates this, doesn't he."

As Charlie goes after his ribs again, Vaggie tilts her head. "He's lost his weird radio buzz."

"Oh!" Charlie abruptly clasps her hands to her chest, eyes wide with sudden worry. "Are you okay, Al?"

"Heh - yes, yes, of course..." While he is indeed too drunk on laughter maintain his usual tinny radio filter, the tiniest hint of a wheeze still edges his voice - which surprises Alastor himself more than anyone. His evil cackle is, after all, one of his signature intimidation techniques, and it's never affected his voice before.

But the uncontrolled, helpless hysterics Charlie's had him clutched in is very different from what he's used to. For all his practice intimidating his victims with a well-timed chortle, it appears his genuine laughter is rather rusty.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Still breathless, Alastor can't help but chuckle at that too. "...Y-you are aware of what an 'interrogation' is, right?"

Charlie's look of concern drops to a mild glare.

"Alright, babe. Step aside." Vaggie curls a dangerous little grin of her own. "I'll handle this."

As he sees Vaggie striding toward him, Alastor scrambles to sit up. "Wait, wait- Vaggie, dear, can't we-" He presses backward, only to find himself cornered between the couch and the coffee table. "Er- can't we talk this over?"

Vaggie crouches down. "You wanna tell me where Angel's speaker is?"

"No."

Fingernails are crawling up both sides before he even registers movement. Poor Alastor is clutched over cackling within seconds.

Charlie may be a surprisingly effective ler, but it quickly becomes clear who taught her: Vaggie is ruthless.

"Get his tummy, that's his weak spot!" Charlie chirps, not even bothering to hide her delight any longer.

"Chahaharlie!!"

Alastor actually feels a spark of legitimate panic as Vaggie's nails find their way to his upper belly, tracing along the lower edge of his ribcage, sending his laughter silent for a moment.

"Hey, if you really want me to stop, you can just tell me what I wanna know."

"YOou cahan-" (gasp) "-PRY it from my-" (brief giggle fit) "-cold, dead-" (wheeze) "-fingers!!"

"Yeah? I'll show you cold, dead fingers..."

Alastor feels a hand slip under his shirt.

"AaaaAAAHH! No, no, Vaggie don't!"

"Oooh, this is a good spot, isn't it?"

"NO don't do that- please please please..."

"What? You don't want me to do this?" Her fingernails skitter across his bare tummy. The poor man can't remember the last time he laughed this hard at anything - which, for someone who literally hasn't dropped his smile for decades, is a pretty high bar to clear. And he's gotta admit, it's the best he's felt in weeks.

"Don't kill him," Charlie pipes up, "I still need him to help run the hotel after this."

"I'm not gonna kill him." Vaggie leans in close. "I'm just gonna keep tickling this sensitive, vulnerable, unbearably ticklish little belly, up and down, over and over, on and on..."

The surge of radio static induced by this one sentence is so intense that it leaves Alastor's own voice virtually incomprehensible for several seconds. He tries to summon a shadow creature, a tentacle, anything, but he's so disoriented the shadows dissipate before they can be directed anywhere.

And that's finally what breaks his resistance. Being rendered helpless under Charlie's fingers is one thing, but being unable to use his powers at Vaggie's mercy is considerably more unnerving.

"OKAY, OKAHAY! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Vaggie lifts her hands off him, though they remain hovering just a few inches over his torso.

It takes a solid minute for Alastor to catch his breath. "For heaven's sake, you could've just asked me..."

Vaggie scrunches her fingers in the air a couple times, causing the radio demon to fold up like a lawn chair.

"Ack! Nonono I'm kidding!! I'm kidding!" He fights back a fit of nervous giggles.

"Ten seconds to spit it out before I go borrow Nifty's feather duster."

Alastor rolls his eyes. "Oh please. You think you can threaten me with cleaning tools? Don't be ridiculous..."

"Five seconds." Vaggie turns to Charlie. "Hey babe, have you tried his ears?"

A little squeak of microphone feedback. "13th floor hall closet, second-to-top shelf, under a dead rat."

Charlie recoils. "Ew! Al!"

"Pardon, two dead rats." As Vaggie withdraws her hands Alastor sits up, brushes himself off, and reaches for his microphone. "Second one came along as I was arranging the first, and... offered to help."

Charlie just stares at him in horror as he stands and twirls his mic with his usual classy flair, the very picture of eccentric elegance - as if he hadn't just spent the last twenty minutes being reduced to a hysterical mess on the floor.

"Is there any point in warning you not to pull something like this again?" Vaggie mutters, more to herself than the demon.

"No. But you can if it makes you feel better." Alastor grins and offers a hand to Charlie as she gets to her feet. "That was a lovely chat, my dears. Next time I need a good laugh I'll be sure to commit another petty theft."

Charlie rolls her eyes as he turns on his heel and strolls off.

"And let me know if you need help finding the batteries for that speaker," he tosses over his shoulder.

"OH you little piece of-"

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This was such a fun fic to write! Hope you had fun reading it too.... let me know what you think!

💜 - Cozy

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

Sorry if I’m a bother, if that’s the case feel free to skip over this one.

I freaking loved it! I’m now inspired to draw Sam with the overlords now! If it’s not too much trouble could I ask for Zestial, Charlie and the rest of the hotel’s reactions to Sam?

(Ooo!😳 what if for Angel’s it’s Valentino who tries to hurt him?! That could get messy!)

A/n: Nah dude you're fine! Though I don't write for Zestial (not that that's your fault I keep forgetting to put that in the rules.)

Warnings (?): nothing major happens but Val's here so warning for abuse. Also, Alastor is hurt in Husk's part and Val is hurt in Angel's part, it's nothing graphic but if you don't want to read about that skip those parts.

!!!not proofread!!!

Charlie: Just as cuddly as you! Gladly accepts any candy from you. She ends up getting candy from the hotel for you. Let's you tag along if it's safe (or at least what she assumes you can handle.) Despite being the princess of Hell it's a known fact that she's a pushover and usually refuses to use her powers. So it's not that much of a surprise when someone attacks her. What is a surprise is how you react. I'm going to be honest, she is at least a little scared of you now. Though she's pretty sure you'd only attack people when they hurt your friends. We’re about 80% sure they're harmless.

Vaggie: She ain't too keen on cuddles, but isn't totally against it. She's not great with kids when they're just chilling so she doesn't know what to do. Also, she isn't one for sweets but appreciates the gesture. You remind her of Charlie in a weird way (but like platonic obviously.) Vaggie got some crayons for today's bonding activity when some random sinner attacked Vaggie. Before Vaggie could defend herself the sinner was ripped off of her. She just stared dumbfounded as you took care of the sinner. Well, there goes her thinking you're like Charlie. I mean sure you seemed sweet when somebody attacked a person you liked. You became terrifying and did anything to defend them- wait never mind you're more like Charlie now.

Angel Dust: Kinda creeped out by you before you do anything tbh. You follow him around nearly everywhere and keep offering him candy, despite barely knowing each other. But he understands you're a kid and may have a hard time showing you care, but he sets a ground rule: NEVER follow him to work. It's not a place for kids to be, and you followed that! Valentino just couldn't keep his hands off Angel even out of the studio. You too were just at a park, it was night so no one was really around. Until Valentino spotted Angel, you didn't hear any of the words that were said between them. But you did see Valentino hit Angel and that was the end of that. Seeing you almost kill Valentino was horrifying but also very cathartic. After the initial shock wears off you get about 20 bags of candy and however much cuddle time you want.

Husk: He's pretty blunt about finding you off-putting. But you don't seem to care and still follow him around like a lost puppy. The fact that him insulting you didn't sour your opinion of him even a little bit concerns him. So he starts to look after you. Not because he cares about you! Just because it'd be messed up to let a kid get manipulated no matter who they are. He totally cares about you. He gives chocolate milk or any sweet drink you like at the bar. One day Husk decided to stand up to Alastor which seemed to be a huge mistake on Husk's part. It would have been if it wasn't for you walking in on the scene. The threats were made good on. Just towards Alastor instead of him doing them. Husk is a little shaken up but hey he's probably free now. Gets you any candy you want and shows you a shit ton of card tricks.

Niffty: Tbh I don't have much to say about her. She finds you interesting but doesn't give you much thought. Though eventually when you protect her she returns your affection. Because you are scary and small which are both things she is.

Sir Pentious: (this is while he's in hell btw) Not great with kids. Like I don't think the egg bois are kids but even if they are the only experience he has with kids is his minions. But he does try! He does care for kids. He'll get you candy and cuddle if you want. He used to try to take over territories a lot. He always failed but he still made a lot of enemies that way. So when one of them finds him and tries to hurt him while you're around? I mean if he still wants that territory he can definitely take it now. To be honest I think he'd find you cool, even if you're more than a little scary.

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[Angel of the small death — Sevika × Reader OneShot]

[ballet dancer reader, bodyguard Sevika, smut (MDNI)]

Summary: Being Silco's daughter it's not some simple thing, especially thinking about the necessity of being guarded at all times. When a conflict starts, Sevika, his best employee, becomes your main bodyguard. It turns out things escalate a little bit until you bout break the tension.

a/n: boy oh boy this is BIG and it took me more time than i expected. this was an anonymous request so i can't tag the person who did it, but i enjoyed writing this, thanks sm! I'm so sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy it, anon! 💗✨

cw: some violence (a loose member), blood, smut (cunnilingus, masturbation, fingering)

not proof read | 5.2k words

[reblogs are highly appreciated!]

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Living is such a weird concept; that's all you can think about as you look through the songs on your playlists, laying on the bed. Nothing seemed to draw your attention, the assignment of your last class in mind created an urge to find the answers to your inspiration. It was a good thing, exactly what you needed now, and you couldn't let it slip through your fingers. 

The plan was to show your teacher how capable you really were. Composition wasn't an easy thing, and even though you loved that subject the song was a major part to determine your next steps on that project. So you were searching restlessly, seeking for that high only an insight could provide, as fast as you could. 

You had to interrupt your plans, though, when the screen of your phone showed an incoming call. 

"Hi, dad", the other side of the line was weirdly messy, he usually tried to get a quiet place before calling you. 

"You need to go to my office. I see you there in ten minutes"

"Is everything okay?" You sat on the bed. His tone wasn't usual either. 

"I'll explain later. Now go." 

When Silco tells you to go, you go. 

The fact was that you didn't like your dad's work. All the illegal shit surrounded the places since you could remember, even if he tried hard to cover it in front of a kid. The whispers and smiles, usually opportunistics but also nervous, the feeling of being treated like a rare piece, the fear exhaling from people who knew what was happening but couldn't tell. You saw how everyone feared the slender, incisive man. 

For quite some time you thought you should fear him too. But, for better or worse, he was a different person when he was with you. And as you grew old, he started to explain the situations and dynamics to you, teach you things, show what you could have. In your late twenty's now, you could use a gun and threaten people using an infinite amount of goons, but you definitely rather not. 

Another thing he did was give you whatever you wanted. And some would say that wasn't a good thing, but it wasn't all that bad either. I mean, come on; he would let you go to the water park and in exchange you wouldn't miss behave, it was actually a very fair agreement. So he let you play with puppies when you were young, go out with your friends when you were a teenager and, most importantly, he'd encourage you to be a professional ballet dancer. 

Thinking about his honesty and open conversations, you entered the crowded building right before David, your bodyguard, ignoring the loud music, usual from a never ending night at The Last Drop. Since that was a common scenario for you, stopping to look around and enjoy the mood wasn't necessary. Your father's tone on that call was enough to make you walk upstairs, directly towards his office at the end of the hallway. 

Aside from what you feared, the scene in front of you was actually kinda unsettling. For sure he was a man that started to tell you stuff while you grew up, but a bloody finger on top of the table was new - it wasn’t attached to a body. Red stains on the wood were shining under the lights, contrasting too much with the green bathing the room due to the big glass window behind his desk. The finger had a cross tattooed on it and a golden ring, both now looking uncanny under the crimson that drew too much attention from you. 

“You didn’t have a tattooed finger before”, was all you could say, almost out of breath. 

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?” 

Your eyes wandered around; there was the only unfamiliar thing, and still was capable of making you feel uncomfortable. It was a surprise for yourself, the girl who beat a school colleague at seven years old because she called you a bitch. Silco tried very hard not to congratulate you too much that day, speaking politely with the principal but also making a point of not allowing that other girl to get an apology from you; she was cursing you, not the other way around - and it wasn’t just because some childish argument, the fact that you were from Zaun made you a target of mean looks and disdain all around Piltover while growing up. That girl had it coming (a broken nose) and you got a popsicle. So, yeah, blood wasn’t that out of your reality, but for some reason that detached finger made you change the weight from one leg to the other, breathing deeply. 

“What happened?”

“Some idiot had the idea of snitching, we lost a guy who was in Rebecca's factory.” The well dressed man pointed to the bloody, sole body part. “This was her way of telling she found out about our plans”

“Point made, I guess”

“I just called you here so we could arrange things with David.” You frowned, looking over your shoulder to the serious, suited man behind. “I’m assigning someone else to guard you from now on. At least until this troublesome, unnecessary hostility ends”

“You’re trying to invade each other’s business, I’m pretty sure it’s not that unnecessary, dad”, the amount of discomfort was making you uneasy. That conflict was growing too much, a finger wouldn’t be the most alarming body part to appear around. 

As much as your dad had had numerous conflicts around, the tension between Glasc Company and your father’s business took a turn when Rebecca decided to sell drugs herself. Losing territory, the one he fought too hard to get, was very unpleasant.

So, with quick heartbeats and perspiring palms, you watched as your father gave David some papers and instructions. The tall guy nodded, turning and offering you a smile - probably for the second or third time, which made it look very off-putting for him. 

“It was very nice working for you. I never said a thing because it wasn’t part of the work”, it was more words than you’ve ever heard from him. His voice was different that you thought based on the monosyllabic answers he always gave. “but your book recommendations and songs were good. Thanks”

“Well, that’s more than I expected, I genuinely thought you hated me.” You chuckled. “It was nice having you around, David”

Then he left the room and you were left with your dad and that stupid finger, Silco seated on his couch and grabbed a cigar. “Aren’t you going to grab that finger? I thought it was rude to show it around for nothing”, you seated next to him. 

Even though your father wasn’t hurt, the aspect of where that war could lead to made you think about very violent and scary endings. He was a good criminal, but still a man, a mortal one.

“I need someone else to see it” He crossed his legs as you got closer, laying the head on his shoulder before he pulled you closer on a sided embrace. “She’ll come soon. Until then, tell me how your classes are.” 

He always did that, since you were a kid. Being on a college level didn’t make that much of a difference in his eyes, at least about that topic. He would listen to you talk about muscle pains and lame history classes, instrumental music, group dynamics and upcoming events. It was simple and chill, but it was his way of connecting with you in an area he didn’t know a lot about, aside from your yearly spectacles. 

“This new assignment seems tiring, darling” He observed. “But, like they say, break a leg. You will be just fine” 

Before you could make a joke about his use of theatrical sayings, the door swung open to reveal a tall, cloaked woman with short dark hair. The look on her face revealed dissatisfaction when she traveled it from the detached, bloody finger to you; the same you knew very well from everytime you both crossed paths. The same one you couldn’t forget for two days after receiving it. 

She just stood there, silent, hands on the side of her built body, looking directly at you as if she was waiting for something - or someone. You could involuntarily lose yourself under the grayish orbs, as much as you hated this fact, but an insight struck you. 

You backed off your father, turning to stare at him, not getting a single word in response. That must be a joke. 

“You can’t be serious”, the tone in your voice was almost desperate. He couldn’t be doing this, right? 

 “That finger points otherwise”

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Telling David you thought he hated you was a silly comment to cool the mood. Saying that Sevika probably hated you was an understatement. 

The first time you met she had just been hired and you both made a scene when she didn't believe you about being Silco's daughter. When your father introduced you officially, she just looked annoyed and bit back some unpleasant comment, knowing very well that it could cost her work. 

Since then, you haven't spoken peacefully with each other. She always had a snarky comment about your classes and the way you behaved - which, to be fair, she wasn't kinda wrong; every year you realized how stupid you could've been the year before, maturity didn't come out of nowhere. Sevika herself got more mature too. She was probably five years older than you and with much more life experience, but she wasn't the holder of all knowledge and could be very judgemental too. 

Putting you together wasn't a choice your father made for nothing. Sevika was his best employee. She fought better than anyone and would prioritize your safety at all costs, since it was her job now. That meant that if you wanted to go somewhere, Sevika had a saying on if you could go or not. If you wanted to visit a new place, it had to be checked before. If you wanted to stay up all night practicing in a studio you rented - because your apartment wasn't that big in order to not draw too much attention -, she had to be there and also get more people to guard the building. 

And that's exactly what was happening right now. 

A month since the finger incident, with Sevika being your bodyguard. She didn't look pleased. And you could say you weren't either… But that would be a massive lie. 

Because you liked her looks in your direction when you were getting out of classes, and you liked the way she rolled her eyes at your bad jokes, the ones you did solely to annoy her - you were very mature but you also loved to annoy her. You liked to stand next to her on coffee shop lines, instead of being in front of her, and you liked to dress better just so she could give you a look from head to toes whenever you got out of your apartment in the mornings. 

Honestly, who could judge you? 

You didn't realize those things until a week later after this whole shit started, when you tried to get off one night and accidentally imagine her. It was a very embarrassing moment and you forced yourself to sleep as soon as you got back from that high, but the image didn't fade away. The image of her towering you and kissing you, pressing her body against yours in the most desperate way. You got off imagining kisses and intimacy with Sevika. Not necessarily pornographic scenarios, no; just the thought of her lips on yours and how she would react when feeling you on her fingers, her face and the words she could say, the heavy breaths. That turned you on. The feeling of being so close you could feel the heat and your heart beat faster. 

You don't know what is the worst part: coming when imagining Sevika, or the fact that what got into your mind wasn't even that explicit. It was so simple, it made you pissed off about how she could affect you with so little. 

But it was just a fantasy, a distant and unrealistic one. She didn't like you. Right? 

Right. 

That ideas were fucking you up bit by bit. At this point it was difficult to practice, head far gone, not in the slightest focusing on that amazing song you got to choose - La Danse Macabre was one of your favorite pieces and fit the theme well in your vision. So you needed to compose a four  minute choreography and you have been practicing it for four weeks straight. You'd go from classes to the studio every day, staying up until late. Your feet hurt, your body was most definitely not that used to the extra effort, but it would be worth it. Not to brag, but it was kinda dope. 

So there you were, looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to convey all the feelings you needed to: the sensuality of death, calling the viewer in the most subtle and dangerous way at first, but ending up being beautiful. 

Your body gesture had to be on point with the postures and the weight of the moviments, it wasn't easy the fact that you would present it alone. 

At some point, you didn't know when, you noticed Sevika on the corner next to the door. She was just there, quiet, looking at you. 

Her presence threw you off. You slipped a little, losing timing and concentration. "Fuck", you hissed. 

The song stopped when you reached your phone to pause it. Looking at the time, it had been three hours since you arrived. Your legs were sore and, honestly, the concentration was so little that just the image of that woman was enough to make you lose it. Tiredness and frustration got into you, making you sigh and turn to her. She didn't move an inch. 

"What are you looking at?" That sounded more harsh than you wished.

"I thought you were a dancer. They usually are looked at, anyways", she didn't seem to diminish anything there, or to bother by your tone. That fucking look she had, the one that told you how you wouldn't get anything from her; it was nerve-wracking. 

You thought you saw her eyes wandering through your body, but it probably was just some illusion. 

"Yeah, I guess so", you shrugged, trying not to notice her posture or to imagine her torso under that cloak. And shirt. Numerous thoughts came back; no, illusions. Fantasies. Sevika holding you and her breath against your skin, would the feeling of her torso under your palms be so pleasant? Would her lips be so good on yours? Would the warmth give you butterflies? "Do you like what you see?" 

The fact that you said "see" and not "saw" didn't click immediately; you weren't talking about the dance. 

Sevika gulped. She gulped while analyzing your body on that collant and pantyhose, thinking about how your would skin feel under her touch. How she wanted to hear you calling her name and gasping, while she tried to make you feel so good like you never felt. 

The looks weren't just your imagination. The way she noticed you dressing a little bit differently, that was real. And she'd spent the day trying to focus on her work and not laughing at your horrible jokes, or not feeling too good about you succeeding in your classes and beating all those snobs' pilties. She wanted to congratulate you about the choreography and say how she would follow you without question if you were death, because dying under your hypnotizing moves would be a blessing. 

She wanted to say how you could do whatever you wanted to her. 

So that question was so timely. The smirk on her full dark lips made you shiver, a feeling pooling on your stomach, anticipation. Gods help you, the need to kiss her was so fucking overwhelming now. 

"I do, actually", Sevika said. "I like it very much. It's a gorgeous view"

It could be all. That moment could end and you'd never mention it again, leave it like water under the bridge. But, oh, you wanted to drown. You wanted to drink that water, savor it, until that thirst ended. 

So you gave a step. And seeing her chest moving with a breath, you gave another. You walked towards her carefully, like she could escape any minute, and when you were finally close enough that pressure seemed to crush your chest, taking the air from your lungs. 

In your life it wasn't that many times you'd sweat before kissing someone. And yet there you were, palms perspiring because Sevika wasn't moving.

"Show me how you like it, then", you said. "I'm a physical, practical learner, by the way" 

She chuckled lightly, looking away and then to you again. That could literally cost her life or yours. 

You could be the angel of her small death, and Sevika would die happily. 

Throwing all the reasoning away, she finally touched you. She pulled you close and erased the space between your lips, poisoning herself in your taste and your tongue. Your mind flooded with stimuli: her lips and tongue, her shoulders under your hands, the weight of her touch on your hips, the imaginary scenes your mind created to make you ask yourself about what you both could do. 

The small moan that escaped between the kiss made her hold you tighter, dominating that moment with her need. Her hair felt soft, intertwined with your fingers, and the muscles pressing yours made your head spin. It must be a gift from the goddesses. 

It didn't matter the other guards outside of the room or the building, right now it was just you both. 

"Show me how you like it", you whispered, untying her cloak to reveal her strong torso and shoulders covered by the dark shirt. "How you'd like to take me"

She groaned, kissing you again and pulling you by the thighs, forcing you to wrap the legs around her as she walked to sit on a simple couch there. 

The feeling of her body under your touch was capable of numbing your thoughts, skin warm and scarred. Her kiss was so fucking intoxicating, consuming you from inside out while she grabbed your flesh. 

When her lips traveled through your chin and jaw, going to your neck, you sighed and moved the hips on her lap. Your fingers got the elastic off her hair, letting the strands fall loose around her face as you pulled back to look at the woman. The dark grayish eyes and the full lips, beautiful nose, that jawline, some scars around; Sevika was so pretty it took your breath away. 

"I don't think you want to spend all the time looking at me, princess", she murmured and her voice made all your body respond. The smirk added to her movements to lose your hair from the high bun; fuck, you were out of words. "What? Did the cat get your tongue?" 

"I'll look at you a lot later", you finally said, fingers caressing her features as she analyzed you closely. "Now I really need you to handle me around" 

Sevika's smug was something so intimate to you, something that, you swear, could make you go insane. 

She pulled the straps of your leotard, eyes still glued to your reactions as the cool air reached your nipples, making you sigh. Without wasting any more time, Sevika held you by the waist with the prosthetic hand and used the other to play with one breast. A warm tongue tasted the other one, and she was so careful to let you feel every inch of that contact. You felt that throbbing between your legs more intensely the more she twisted the muscle, savoring, tasting. Her thumb and index finger played with the free nipple, shivers across your body making you breathe heavily with the sensations. 

Your hands worked on feeling every muscle you could, hips moving because the sensations spreading from between your legs through your body were getting more and more prominent. Her tongue was soft, but your attention got divided by the cool prosthetic hand pulling the leotard. You didn’t want to separate from her, but you had too. 

Sevika kept looking at your body as you pulled away, getting up between her strong legs. And she analyzed as you started to take off the clothes and the pointe shoes. Being under her sight like that was something else, you could feel your heart beating across your whole body, getting heated and desperate. Her demeanor, the laid back posture, spread legs and trenchant look got you wanting to get on your knees. And that’s what you did. 

Throwing the fabric pieces away, you started to unbelt her pants and pull the zip down while squatting and kneeling. She’d stare at you, at your easy hands and light touches going especially fast to open the clothing. The contrast between this and the way you looked at her could make her go impatient, but she held back the instinct to do everything on her time when seeing the hunger growing in you. 

“I thought you wanted me to handle you”, she smirked while raising the hips to take away the pants, after doing the same with her shoes. You helped, caressing the muscular thighs with admiration in your mind. Fuck, she was so beautiful. 

“And I hope you do”, you kissed the right thigh, trailing up slowly until you reached her crotch. Under the shirt you saw her abdomen contracting in response and the chest expanding with her heavy breaths. “Never rode someone’s face?” You smirked, right hand touching the side of her body, up and down. 

As you imagined, she then proceeded to lean in your direction while a hand grabbed you by the, now, loose hair. It wasn’t hard, but enough to make you throb and, for sure, get more wet. When she noticed your reaction was positive something shifted. Her pupils blown, and you could notice the mood changing by the glit in her eyes. 

She got so close the tip of your noses bumped, silence crushing you while she made sure you wouldn’t falt back. And then, you could swear, Sevika got a bigger hunger in her. “Finish taking this shit off”, she said. 

You needed a second as she laid back again. She arched an eyebrow as a cue for you to pull the boxers off, and as much as you tried you didn’t paid a single fuck to where that piece of fabric went. Not when Sevika drew you closer with a single ministration through your head, pulling you to her core as your heart beat faster.

She was wet and, fuck, she looked so appealing. Your mouth watered as you rested the hands on her bare thighs. 

“Tongue out”, you obeyed. 

Sevika finally pulled one last time and a satisfied, low sound got out of you, as you finally tasted her. And, oh, she was delicious.

Her hips started to move, the vision from that angle would never fade from your mind. She was enjoying this, dragging her core on your tongue, holding you there so you couldn’t leave, using you to her pleasure. And your mind was getting too crowded with that much information in the best way. Your pussy clenched when she moaned low, nipples somehow getting even harder to the point of hurting. Her taste was being scattered around your mouth and you wanted to be there for your whole life. 

“Flat your tongue”, and you did, with a rush that made her smirk. Her abs would flex with her movements, so as her thighs. 

Having Sevika riding your face was something so heavenly, so divine. You almost envied those girls in the brothel, who could get to do it so much, but then you'd remember that this woman was so worked up already because of you.  

Her bud against your palate, the juices going on your lips and chin, the expressions due to the pleasure that came to bestow her, the loose hair falling on her face and the muscles contracting. The little wet sounds of your tongue against her core made the situation more erotic, and at some point you started to move the muscle that was in contact there. It drew a moan from Sevika, who was using the left arm to sustain her weight while she rubbed herself on you, seeking pleasure. 

The more the seconds went by, the more Sevika loosened herself. She started to fault in her moves, twitching and spasming as her dark gray eyes ate the sight of you so eagerly tasting her. A small moan escaped, followed by a growl and her legs spreading more. 

Your hands flew to her breasts under the shirt, palming the warm flesh, searching for her nipples as you hummed against her core. The vibrations pleased her. 

The way you started to flick your tongue heavily got the tall woman groaning and pressing your head harder against herself. You saw the frown and the way her eyes rolled before closing, her body tensing, the shaky and sharp breaths as you felt her getting excessively wet. 

"Fuck–!" She gasped, a smirk on her full, attractive lips. "So good, princess", her words were as smooth as the caresses the woman made on your hair, still spasming everytime your tongue drew on her swollen bud. 

The flavor was divine; you thought as you palate went on her entrance. The fact that you could taste her forever made you hotter, eager, needier. 

Sevika leaned and pulled you again, making you sulk a little at the distance from that heavenly position. But then she got you back on her lap, against her chest, legs open. 

Even though no one else was there, you felt exposed. As if your secret were being revealed and, suddenly, the whole world could watch as your most recent forbidden fantasies played out. 

The way she held you there, prosthetic hand under a knee as the other one traveled around your naked body, creating heat paths on your skin. Her lips distribute kisses along your neck and shoulder, taking sighs from you. And underneath all of it was an overwhelming heartbeat that got you panting at the sensation of her touch going south. 

"Shit, you're dripping", she whispered, getting your attention. You turned to look at her, lips parted brushing on hers as her fingers went from your entrance to your already sensitive clit. "Got so worked up just from me riding your face?" 

"Yes…" 

Her digits, soaked, rubbed smoothly on your bud. You rested a hand on her hair, the other playing with your nipples as she tortuously stimulated your core. 

"So good… Do you get that wet when you touch yourself thinking about me?" 

You froze, eyes wandering around her face just to capture that smug. Despite that, Sevika didn't stop. She kept working on you, massaging your whole cunt, getting her own palm full of your moistures as you felt yourself throb. "I heard you one night. You didn't even notice you called my name, uh?"

Shit.

You actually did. With her on the other side of the door, you kinda expected that you had said it lower than it actually was, and that she hadn't listened to it that night. But it seems like life wouldn't let it pass.

"So now" Sevika kissed you, pecking on your lips as her fingers concentrated on your sensitive bud. "Let me hear you. Loud and clear" 

Her ministrations were making you move your hips. Everything started to be too much, her breath against your skin, the cold of the prosthetic hand and the air. You wanted to give in entirely, wishing you were at home so she could rail you on your bed. She increased the speed, having your moans growing bit by bit. 

It felt good. Too good. You kept messing with your own breasts, eyes rolling with your hips and her hand, feeling that high approaching. 

"Getting all loosen up and relax for me, I might as well fuck you again tonight, princess", she hissed, taking a small smile for you as two of her fingers pressed and got inside of you. 

You moaned more languidly as she moved with ease, in and out smoothly due to how wet you were. And it didn't take long until you felt that pull in your stomach, clenching around her digits and gasping, whining, a hand full of her hair as you moved without control. 

The climax made you arch your back, her fingers came back to circle on your clit again as you trembled and murmured some incomprehensible words. Throbbing and spasming; that woman made you so full of desire it was ridiculous. 

"Gorgeous", Sevika whispered, kissing your neck as you came down from your high, breathing deeply and feeling your body floating on her lap. 

"That was some stupid shit", you chuckled, panting. 

Her hands closed your legs and helped you turn a little so you could rest on her prosthetic arm and look better at her. Some sweat drops were on her forehead and the side of her neck, the dark skin glowing a bit. 

"I learned a lot today, thanks", the woman laughed, accepting your touch on her face. "It was very delightful" 

"I'm glad I could provide you some knowledge", her right hand rested on your thighs, thumb caressing your skin. "I hope on the future you can teach me how to make your fantasies come true"

At that, your core sent a shiver through your body, heat rising slightly. "Maybe someday I'll tell you"

Sevika nodded as you rested the head on her shoulder. She felt warm. Was it wrong to want her on your bed? 

"I'll look forward to it" 

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Your body was full of energy right now, the feeling of being on top of the world consuming you from inside out. It was almost possible to feel every molecule vibrating, twisting your guts. 

"Call another guard", you murmured to Sevika discreetly while passing by her. 

She followed you outside the building of Art classes, looking around as usual. The car was waiting, following the time established by orders. 

The whole way to your apartment was silent. Your class came back to memory, the sensation of finally presenting the piece you've been planning for weeks now. The music took you away and, during those notes that reverberated on your flesh, no one was there. Just you and the music, working together. And it didn't feel real when your teacher congratulated you with a smile on her fine lips; she wasn't the type of teacher to smile that much. That meant a lot. It was huge actually. 

But before telling anyone, you wanted to let all this energy flow to something else. To somebody else. 

So you waited until a knock on your bedroom door, and you saw her getting inside carefully, confusion on her face as you asked her to sit by a corner. 

Resting on your bed, heartbeat increasing, you moistened your lips. "Do you wanna know what else I fantasized about?"

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[dividers by @froopis]

[eudaimonia111]

Thomas | Lemon (Bullet Train) x GN! Reader Part 1

Summary: Lemon and reader have love at first sight, reader must navigate the scary bullet train and find Lemon. (Not very good at summaries sorry lol)

Warnings: Not edited, all warnings covered in the movie, kind of grumpy x sunshine?

Words: 2528

A/N: So we aren’t really told if the boba Lemon wants is those ones in a can or an actual boba drink but because of the can that knocks against the water bottle in the vending machine, I'm choosing to assume it is the Milk Bubble Tea that comes in those cans.

The POV switches between them so pls tell me if its weird or something

ANYWAYS, I’m so sorry for taking so long on this fic, some family things have come up and writing is a new territory for me. Sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2

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Please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work. Thank you.

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Lemons POV:

Neon lights glitter in the darkened sky at the train station, shimmering on vehicles, jewelry, and the reflection of people's eyes.

The air is slightly stale but clean, a cold feeling catching in the back of my throat. People bustle, their fabrics rustling as they bump into each other, in a hurry to get to their stop on time. Through the plethora of people, my eyes absentmindedly drift towards the person in front of the vending machine.

The almost overwhelming sounds of people talking, music playing, and the taps of feet moving became quieter and quieter. Almost as if it became fuzzy. It’s like when the sound is broke on an old Television. My fingertips have the feeling of the shock you felt when you would touched one of their screens. 

Numerous light reflectances dulled and faded away. However, in contradiction, the light around my person of concentration brightened, almost to the point that it burned.

It was as if they had their own outline. 

Their own halo.

“Oi, common, stop dilly dalli’an, we got work to do.” The voice Tan broke me out of the trance-like state. I felt my eyelids moved at an accelerated rate, trying to blink the dryness away from staring for so long, seeing the exasperated expression on Tangerine's face.

Snapping my head back in the direction of the person, I hoped to get just even a glimpse of them. Instead, I found an unoccupied space of concrete and emptiness in front of the aforementioned vending machine. Disappointment at not seeing the angel ran through my veins and I followed my brother through the crowd.

Y/ns POV:

The doors to the shiny metal machine open with a smooth mechanical clunk. People bustle out of the vehicle, bumping into passersby. My shoes briskly thump along the cart of the train. Looking at the piece of paper I got from the ticket lady, I scan along the cart for my seat. Finding the number and letter printed on it, I allow myself to bring my hefty bag toward it, my arms bending at the weight. 

After lugging my bags up to the overhead shelf, I let myself sink into the blue fabric of the bucket seat, the fabric brushing up against my arms as I get situated. Hearing a commotion in the aisle, I look up and see an altercation between a tall Japanese man and a train attendant. Taking the hard plastic of my earbuds out of my ear, I hear the last of a conversation with two men in suits up and across the aisle from me as well as the apologetic attendant, even though it looked like he ran into her. “-he fucking blind or something?” 

Glancing over, I see the back of the head of a man with combed brown hair, wearing an expensive brown jacket. The man across the table from him is the one my gaze is drawn to.

Dark soft skin and bleached blonde hair with the roots showing through. The small gold hoops through his ears gleam in the light, reflecting in the window of the slowly moving train. He has rich, shiny brown eyes and full velvety lips, which are accentuated by the rough dark hair of his beard and mustache. Drawing my eyes down, I see him in a matching brown jacket over a jean one and a light peachy-colored tie. 

The eyes I’d been focusing on a few seconds prior drift in my direction. I as quickly as possible snap my eyes downwards, my fingers tensely intertwining in a nervous action. Counting to ten in my head, I tentatively look back up to see him quipping at the man opposite him and pulling his jacket together.

Deciding to stop being a creep, I go on my phone and stick my earbud back into my ear, occasionally stealing a glance at the beautiful male down the carriage from me.

Deciding to crack open my can of bubble tea with the silver pull tab, I slurp down a sip and set it back on the table in front of me. Two big brown eyes glace in my direction at the sound. “Can’t believe I'm stuck with water.” The man gruffly mumbles. “Lemon, It’s a fucking drink, man up. Too sugary anyways.”

Looking up, I notice the duo have switched sides of the carriage and are now accompanied by a sleeping man in a washed-out pink hoodie, gray fuzzy jacket, and big hot pink glasses on his face.

I look down at my two cans and back up at the man who has a disappointed, unhappy-looking face. 

“Excuse me?” I try to keep my voice down but stick out my hand a little in hopes of catching his attention. My wish is granted when his whole body faces me, eyes and ears waiting for my reason for interruption. The one with the slicked-back hair turns his head in acknowledgment. 

The indents at the corners of my lips lift up in what I'm hoping is a comforting smile. “Um, the vending machine gave me two of these. I probably won't finish both anyway. Would you like to have it?” My voice tips up at the end in a question. I grasp the aluminum can in my hand and tilt it in his direction, watching his eyes sweep across it, scanning the label.

I can practically see his eyes brighten. The rich dark brown sparkling in the light outside of the train. His eyelids widen a fraction of an inch and his lips twitch into an almost smile.

From his reaction, I hopped up from my booth, my clothes rustling in the process, and stepped a few feet to set the can on his table with a thump.

Lemons POV:

Seeing the angel from outside sitting a few seats away is one thing. But the smile they give me warms my whole body. Like a heater of happiness and care comes in from my fingertips and leads to my core, making my mind stand still for a moment before I process their words and look down at the drink in their delicate hands. Recognizing the can I had wanted earlier in the day, I was shocked by the situation.

Before I can say anything, they stand and make their way to me. The clink of the drink on the table knocks me out of my stupor and I’m finally able to make sounds come out of my mouth and speak. “Thank you.” 

A bright, splitting smile graces their face, their teeth gleaming in the light. Their eyes squint from the force of their cheeks rising, long pretty eyelashes are perfectly framing them. Wrinkles are more prominent around their temple and mouth, but all the lines show, is how happy and cheerful they are.

“My name is Lemon. This is tangerine.” I gestured to my brother in front of me. Even though I hated the sound of the code names coming off my tongue, I had to use our aliases. I can hear in my head her asking ‘Like the fruit?’, I am just waiting for it to be uttered from their soft-looking lips.

“Oh! I love lemons! It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Y/n. And you’re welcome for the boba.” I’m stuck there for a second, my mind empty of how accepting they are of the silly names. Names that are so obviously fake, that everyone questions them without fail. Everyone except Y/n. They complimented them.

“I um.. I like your tie.” The expression on their face turns sheepish and they duck their head, looking at their shoes. Almost embarrassed in a way. As if they hadn’t meant to say it. And fuck me if I didn’t think it was the most adorable thing in the world.

“Thanks, love,” I utter, almost forgetting to reply, it comes out a few seconds later than necessary.

They pivot on their feet, swinging around in the direction of the table they were just sitting at. “Would you like a goldfish biscuit?” I would like to bash my head into this table, thanks. They turn their head and I internally thank myself for that stupid remark. 

As long as their face is in view, everything is worth the effort.

“Sure. Thank you.” That breathtaking smile again. All I can do is stare. Tangerine eventually gets the hint and hands them both packets, knowing full well neither he nor Lemon is going to eat them. 

They finally take their leave after all the delays. My eyes are locked on them the whole time, the dryness setting in.

“Oi bruv, stop starin’, it’s starting to get creepy.” A British accent breaks me from my trance, making my eyes blink a thousand a minute. After the stinging subsides, I divert my gaze to the blue eyes looking at me. One of his eyebrows is raised, mouth slightly agape in a confused expression. 

“Wasn’t staring, mate” My eyes roll to my right, upset that he caught onto my oogling. “I beg to fuckin differ! What would Thomas say, Lem?” The force of my head snapping back to him almost gives me whiplash, feeling almost dizzy. 

“Don’t you dare!” I gasped out, offended that he would even mention Thomas. How dare he-

After settling down, I took the tab of metal at the top of the can Y/n gave me and pulled it back, a loud cracking sound filling the air as it cracked into the aluminum. Bringing the beverage up to my lips, the sweet flavor filling my mouth. 

I can see Tan's eyes rolling, his lips set into a hard line, the arms covered in his jacket crossing and the fabric wrinkling, he's obviously effectively annoyed.

Thinking about the kind gesture of the drink I peek over, seeing them lay their head down on the gray table in front of them, taking a nap. Glancing down at the drink in my hand, I see the words ‘Brown Sugar’, my favorite flavor.

The drink is sweet. Like her.

Y/ns POV:

My eyes jolt open at the feeling of someone pushing me. I draw my gaze upwards and am greeted by a train attendant. 

Her hands grip my jacket, pulling me toward her with her eyes wide and wicked-looking. I instinctively kick my foot out, hitting her side with the force of pushing her back into the table behind her. 

Coughing is heard as the air is forced out of her lungs, her body slumping down onto the floor for a second. Seeing the opening in the aisle, I rush past the automatic doors, they efficiently open with a ‘slunk’. Pushing my body into the bathroom door, It falls open and I stumble in. Reorienting myself, I quickly close and lock the door frantically. 

I scramble backward to get as much space as I can between the door and me as if she could burst through it. “Bitch!” I hear a muffled shout of frustration and thudding on the metal, the flesh of her fists repeatedly hitting it. 

After a few seconds of my panicked breathing and her pounding, it stops and tiny thuds are heard, leading out and into another car.

“Fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god! Okay! It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.” I breathlessly whisper out, as if she can still hear me. I wheeze and sit down in the spacious bathroom. My arm pushes against some buttons on the wall and a jet of water violently hisses out of the toilet, hitting the wall in front of it and spraying aggressive streams everywhere.

I cover myself with my jacket, my arm lifting out in front of me as I turn to the red buttons on the wall, mashing my fist into them with a clacking sound as I beat the plastic. 

The water continues to soak my jacket, the color turning darker as it becomes saturated. The water slows to a stop, and all that can be heard is the in and out of panting and drops meeting the puddle on the floor. 

“Holy shit.” I gasp out into the echoey space. 

After metaphorically shitting my pants for a looong while and using the towels in the cupboard underneath the sink that was always stocked. My jacket is effectively sopping wet, I took it off a while ago, the crisp air hitting my damp skin, creating goose bumps. 

Sighing, I stand up and slowly click the lock on the bathroom door to the other side, peeking my head out, almost anticipating the sight of the attendant who attacked me. I haven’t heard the sound of walking or train doors opening in quite a while, and curious as to where everyone has gone. 

The coast is clear, only the spotless resting area and the luggage. Well, where some of the luggage used to be. All that resides there is the stainless steel of the shiny shelves. Not a personal item in sight. 

Where is everyone? Someone should have come by if I missed the last stop or something.

I decide to head in a random direction. Aimlessly wandering through the train cars, the pitter-patter of my feet becomes frantic and louder, ricocheting off the empty walls. The only thing I can hear. 

The windows display the beginning of a warm yellow, the sun still below the skyline but waiting for its time to fully be seen. Who knows how many hours have passed. 

I throw as many doors open as possible, trying to find any sense of a living being. A certain door wouldn’t budge from its position and I let my gaze drift down, a pink band with hot pink glistening plastic balls decorating the fabric. My eyebrows furrow, disoriented and puzzled, I undo the fastening, the band falling to the ground in a clatter. I let my fist wrap around the cool handle to the door and pull.

The door snaps open at my touch, and the handle loudly thwacks against the wall. A Japanese man sits in the corner, blood soaked through his clothes, but breathing nonetheless. 

The air is stolen from my lungs, not being able to take any more oxygen in, as if I was punched in the chest. What really makes me stop in my tracks is the large man slumped down on the floor. His hair is bleached-blonde, him wearing a jean jacket. His shirt has holes all over it. Bullet holes. Dark blood in his beard glints in the light, shiny and red. His full lips were now stained with the offending liquid.

My knees collapse underneath me, then hit the floor with a sickening smack, pain shooting down my legs. “L-Lemon?” 

My hands come up and push at his chest, waiting for the rhythmic beating to reach them. All I feel is his button-down. Red droplets around his collar match the suspenders hiked onto his shoulders.

I can’t control my hands, my whole body is shaking uncontrollably. My arms twitching back and forth. Cupping his large, warm cheeks in my hands, I choke out, “Lemon?”

“No. No no no no nonono” my panicky slurred mumbling filled the space, my tongue feeling heavy and dry. The nice man who I couldn’t manage to take my eyes off of the whole train ride. The one who was considerate enough to give me something in return for a stupid canned drink.

The one with the big eyes that twinkled in the light. With big, full, round cheeks that adorably lifted wherever he smiled. His smile that would light up the whole room. The one people so rarely saw.

The one who now slumped against the wall, covered in blood.

[hearts401]

not an ask. I just simply want to say how absolutely utterly fucking HAPPY I AM HOLY CRAP!!!!!,!! I watched this guy for four and a half years and he turned out to be a horrible person, so for quite a while I’ve been reading and watching anything I can to fill in the place for “what to get attached to for years again but still watch other things and get attached it’s just this one is always lurking no matter what my Brian will go back to them” and the unwanteds just so happen to be that. Surprise surprise Aaron just so happens to fit the closest out of literally everything I’ve watched and read (even the old four and a half year guy)- to the little personality that my brain has just consumed and placed onto my favourite character but like not actually ther all different but GUH whatever. That doesn’t matter I just can’t not over explain my self and it horrible because I explain myself horribly. Main point is I always get attached to one character and I love them so so much and they never leave my brain ever and Aaron actually just won’t go away. Every now and then I’d come back to loook at the tags here and see the same stuff again and believe me I was grateful for there being anything at all BUT OH MY GOSH!,!, YOU, YOU LITERAL ANGEL, HAVE BLESSED MY ENTIRE SOUL TODAY!!,!! I CAME HERE JUST TO LOOK AT THE SAME THINGS AGAIN TODAY AND YKNOW WHAT I SEE?? THE MOST GORGEOUS ART OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTER OVER AND OVER AGAIN WITHOTHER CHARACTERS WHO I ALSO REALLY LOVE AND I ALSO JUST REALLY LOVE THE RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS SO I ALWAYS SEARCH UP MY FAVORITE CHARACTER AND THEN SIME OTHER CHRACWTRE,,,, AND OBVIOSULY THAT DOESNT WORK TOO WELL WHEN THERES BASICALLY NO FANDOM, BUT AHHHHH!,! LIAM, EVA, PANTHER???? IM LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. Every time I scroll down I see another one of your arts and I just have to stare for five minutes, AND THEN THERES JSUT MORE!!! IVE ACTUALLY ENTERED HEAVEN AND YOU ARE THE GOD 🥹🥹🥹 anyways sorry if this is weird or anything lmao im just really happy and I can’t word correctly. Recently it’s been a lot asker to get over my fear of talking to others just to say they’re really cool or pretty (even though I’m still super scared) but this has made me so excited I just had to tell the amazing artist who did it GAHHHHH YOU ARE SO AWESOME AND COOL THANK YOU!!!

THIS MADE MY DAY HELLO???? IMGGFJ IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY STUFF SM OMGHGHG IM SO PASSIONATE ABOUT THESE GUYS ITS AGHHG

im also super passionate abt how my favs interact with others ughhgguhfrrgr but theres very little liam and eva content i just had to draw them!!! I ALSO FEEL YOU SO BAD??? ITS SOOO HARD TO FIND CONTENT OF SMALL FANDOMS THAT FITS MY NICHE LITTLE BOX. I LIKE THE UNDERRATED INSIDE THE UNDERRATED 😭😭😭 WHICH IS WHY I LIKE TO MAKE A LOT OF MY OWN CONTENT!!!

I'm actually so happy im smiling os hard over this messagefdhdf i'll draw more of them soon just for you!!!

[neoputo]

okay, here we go

[ first of all, a lil disclaimer: these are my thoughts + opinions, this doesn't mean they're 100% right, at all. it's just some stuff i kept wondering abt after reading some theories and thought might be fun (?) to share. just to provide a look from a different angle, and to bring more questioning to the table. needless to say, i very much respect the authors of these theories, and i think their analytical skills are on another level! i would've never been able to come up with all that by myself! AND this post wouldn't exist if it wasn't for those analysis. so yeah, just wanted to make this clear. ]

anyway, these are some things i found that i think the following theories don't cover/might've missed out/might be wrong abt:

first, about "the *original* original sin theory": i feel like something's missing. this something being: there is no explanation for aziraphale's weird ass smile in the ending/credits scene. like, while i was reading the theory, i found myself nodding most of the time, and when i was getting closer to the end, i was hoping there would be some explanation for that final scene. but there wasn't! look, i'm not that smart, so i find it really hard to figure out why azi would smile like that after everything that happened, specially if we consider this theory to be true. something doesn't add up. there's something so wrong abt that smile. like,, on that same scene, crowley looks DEVASTATED and it makes sense! i feel aziraphale should look just as sad and broken, tho, and he doesn't. i mean, if it was a fake smile, i'd believe it was to deceive metatron, or pretend he is okay with his decision in front of him, or whatever. but it's not a fake smile. it's not a genuine one either. it's a very weird, kinda creepy smile??? like, michael sheen, you're amazing! but also, what the heck?! why would azi do that? (i have no idea. this is just me pointing this out, i don't have the brains to figure it out lol sorry!).

now, the other theory, "the magic trick you didn't see": i actually found this analysis very interesting and backed up with a lot of evidence as well! BUT (of course there's a but), i also feel like the author was kind of pushing it a bit too much sometimes. let me explain myself: i feel there are some moments that the author catalogues as "metatron's intervention/manipulation of memories" that, in my opinion, dont seem much like that... let's exemplify!

the "before the beginning" scene: honestly, i thought this scene was lovely! and i don't think metatron could've manipulated to draw aziraphale away from crowley. at all. in this scene, crowley is pictured as a cute little baby angel; so pure, so filled with excitement and curiosity and hope. he's also a bit naive, too, specially in comparison with aziraphale, who, on the other hand, looks baby but not so baby... he knows how things work up in heaven, he knows angels aren't that good (tho he might not admit it or say it out loud), he knows they aren't as free-willed as they might think they are, or want to be. so ofc, when crowley starts making questions + suggesting a suggestion box, aziraphale worries abt him. cus he knows how things work. and he knows angel!crowley could get in trouble for that. and he likes angel!crowley, boy! he so obviously does. so, aziraphale, much more aware of the situation and the way things work, is not withdrawn by crowley's innate curiosity. i think he actually likes that abt him, he might even think it's adorable. azi is just scared of what could happen to baby crowley, and i think he's trying to protect him. in conclusion, i personally think both aziraphale and crowley feel very much in character, which is to say, this memory doesn't feel/look manipulated or altered by metatron. not to me at least.

—i think there might be other scenes that the author labeled as "metatron's intervention/manipulation of memories" that i don't agree with, but i don't remember rn. guess i should read the analysis again to refresh my memory, but i won't do that rn, sorry!

also, i've already mentioned maggie's possible autism on another post!

okayyyyy,, this is it. i hope y'all (whoever you are) enjoyed reading this & thanks for taking your time! pls let me know what you think! i love discussing theories and thoughts on good omens with strangers lol but fr!

byebyeeeee

[neighborlywelcome]

★ — Aaa! Hello! Unfortunately, it pains me when I accidentally press double back which leaves all my writing for matchups... That I was about to submit because I was finished... Oh well, time to redo :') help... (I'm not sure if is sent or Tumblr automatically steals it and eats it LMAO)

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— My pronoun is she/her!! I am aro/ace as in fact I'm okay to be a part of a relationship... I prefer matching with a male! ★

— I'm a big fandom of TDAC so I'm here for that!

— I prefer not to be paired with Jax, unfortunately...

— my personality can happen to a stranger that I'm not a friend with. I can be more awkward in socialization, quiet, very chill, and clueless. I'm not good at understanding the jokes or what they mean. And my personality can be sudden the change that I'm friends with. I can be more laid back! I feel excited when I see my favorite person like I would run up to my favorite person and give them the biggest hug ever! I somewhat may be a little chaotic, and just a little gremlin doing weird things. I get playful, still get clueless, and depends on how dumb I am because I forgot what the left and the right side is... LMAO

— my hobbies are like... cozy? I'm not sure! I am an artist, I always love to draw and scrapbooking stuff to put in my sketchbook. I also love to listen to music. It helps me to relax and bring imagination to my mind. I also LOVE baking cakes! It's just so fun to make! (also I would love to make angel food cake for Caine ♥)

— what am I looking for a partner who is more... respectful, fun, playful, acceptable, helpful, and good at communication and understanding without judging? Yes, please! And I also like the partner who makes me laugh because my humor is 100% broken.

— my love language... I'm pretty sure I'm so much pleasing to physical contact! I love hugs! Hugging is my favorite! I like to hug my favorite person and favorite person squeezes me till my bone pops for good! I like hand-holding, cuddling makes me feel secure! (besides I am also comfortable with a PDA!) and lastly for giving the gift to! It just shows how much I appreciate and trust! :)

— for my zodiac sign is Leo ♌ !

— my aesthetic/style is like... Tomboy? I wasn't very fond of super girly aesthetic/style stuff because it's not my thing. I like wearing all the cool casual clothes! Men's clothing is the best... Oh my!

— my appearance can be shown that I have short brown wavy/curly(?) hair which is close to a pixie-cut hairstyle! I have hazel eyes, freckles, and black glasses. My height is around 5'0-ish! I'm very lightweight, so that means I'm easy to pick up LOL!

— FUN FACTS:

— I am a 100% fully deaf person. I do have both C.I (cochlear implants) that help me to hear anything and people talking! But a bit of a problem is that I do struggle to hear/listen. And I do prefer to have a close caption to easily understand what are they saying. I also do (ASL) American Sign Language to communicate, but mostly I talk without signing language.

— I struggle to pronounce the words it depends on whether the words look hard or too long. I usually do spelling the words out of my mouth. And the funny thing, is I struggle to pronounce scissors... 😭

— playing tic-tac-toe and go fishing card games are my favorite to play games!

— I suddenly will steal the clothes to wear... Whoops

— Oreo cookies are my most favorite to eat!

— I... Love... DINOSAURS!! AAAAA

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That's all! Hope that helps you from me putting a bit of detail for TADC matchups! Remember this, take your time! No rush is needed! <3!!

Hi, thank you for your request! I’m sorry, it seems like tumblr did eat your first ask but no worries!

YOUR MATCHUP IS…

CAINE!!!

Hmm… funny, playful, and respectful? Caine is all of things and more! I think you and Caine would be a good match, seeing as he is a funny little AI who is eager to help with any and all your needs.

Okay, upon first meeting Caine, most of your relationship is him trying to get you out of your shell since you're socially anxious. This phase is pretty awkward since it's mostly him cracking jokes/doing bits you don't understand or laugh at. He's plenty outgoing (almost too much so) and probably manages to get you to open up more with him pretty fast!

Once you're more relaxed around him, Caine embraces your chaotic nature! As long as you're enthusiastic about participating in his adventures and games, he will match your playful energy. Also, he doesn't mind you getting confused, he will happily guide you through whatever it is you're clueless about. It is his role as ringmaster, after all!

Caine isn't used to idle hobbies like drawing or baking. (He much more prefers excitement!) But he will try for you when you’re in a relationship. He'll watch you draw or draw with you and even commentate, if you'd like! And if you bake him a cake? He'd be over the moon--literally!

Physical affection is also important to Caine, especially hugs! He'll give you a hug to greet you, to say goodbye, just because, etc etc. And Caine just likes PDA in general, he's always gotta be touching the people he loves, so you better believe he likes hand-holding and cuddles too! (He isn't... the best at them since he's an AI and all but he is enthusiastic, which more than makes up for it!) Also likes carrying you around so you have him to hold onto when he transports you from place to place...

He's more than accepting and willing to accommodate to your needs as a deaf person. If you ever need help or repeating, things like that, he will happily do so. He has his fun digital powers to make it so whatever he says to you is accompanied by closed captioning. And he knows ASL if you ever want to use that, since, as an AI, he has knowledge on all languages!

[maggiecheungs]

hello ! Sorry to bother But I was wondering if u had any 90's Hong Kong movies that you could recommend me ? I'm researching them for school and I usually get the most interesting and gutwrenching sinophone movie recs from your blog so I thought I should ask if u had any ! Thank u ❣️

Hey you 🥰 this is probably waaaaaay to late to be of any help with your research (sorry!) but I'll answer anyway just in case <3 (also, it got. a bit long 😳 so sorry about that lmao)

I'll start off by addressing the elephant in the room, a.k.a. Wong Kar-wai: the director you really can't avoid mentioning when talking about 90s and 00s Hong Kong cinema, and for good reason. I won't mention all his films here, but his best known are probably In the Mood for Love (which is regularly hailed as one of the greatest films ever made, which. yes); Happy Together (a staple of queer cinema starring Tony Leung and Leslie Cheung caught up in a fever-like, destructive love affair in Buenos Aires); Chungking Express (another classic beloved by many, many people); Fallen Angels (a stylish and chaotically seductive about eccentric figures inhabiting Hong Kong's nightlife).

Another director from this period who I think is worth highlighting is Stanley Kwan. He's probably best known for Rouge, which is from 1987 but which I’m including because it’s a classic; it stars the wonderful Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui as the principals in a doomed, decades-spanning love affair, featuring sumptuous visuals, ghosts, and time-slippages between the 1930s and 1980s. His other most notable work is probably Center Stage (1991); it's a very meta biopic of the 1930s actress Ruan Lingyu, who is portrayed by Maggie Cheung, and Kwan uses the film to draw parallels between the two actresses living decades apart. And I'll also mention his Lan Yu (2001), a gay love story set against the backdrop of Tiananmen Square and its aftermath (it's probably weird to admit that this is one of my comfort films but shrugs).

Comrades: Almost a Love Story (1996) is an absolute favourite of mine, about immigrant identity, missed chances and lives you could have led, human connection under capitalism, and the love story between two people whose paths keep crossing despite everything--all of which is topped off with fantastic performances from Maggie Cheung and Leon Lai.

Farewell My Concubine (1993) was a Hong Kong-mainland co-production and is probably one of the best known films on this list, starring the fantastic Leslie Cheung in one of the defining performances of his career (tbh it would be worth watching for his performance alone). Coming in at just under 3 hours, it's a cinematic epic in pretty much every sense of the word.

Speaking of Leslie Cheung: Viva Erotica (1996), in which he plays an arthouse director whose Serious Films keep flopping, so he has to turn his next film into an erotic movie financed by a triad boss. It’s funny and big-hearted and has some unexpectedly interesting things to say about filmmaking and cinema as both an industry and as an artform.

Ann Hui is one of the few female big-name Hong Kong directors of the 90s; I'd recommend her 1990 film Song of the Exile--a film about generational conflict, immigration, cultural alienation and family ties, which takes place across the UK, Hong Kong, and Japan, and stars Maggie Cheung in the lead role. (Another prominent woman director from the period whom I've been meaning to watch since forever Mabel Cheung--really looking forward to finally seeing something of hers soon.)

Takeshi Kaneshiro and Kelly Chen had quite a few collaborations which are rather nice. Their Anna Magdalena (1998) is a quirky but poignant love-triangle story that inexplicably turns into a delightful steampunk romp. Lost and Found (1996) is another quirky-but-poignant love story, albeit a little more sedate.

For action films, there's the legendary John Woo, whose films are pretty quintessential action flicks--Hard Boiled is a pretty good example of his filmography. There's also The Heroic Trio and Executioners (both 1993): an action duology starring Michelle Yeoh, Maggie Cheung and Anita Mui as a trio of ass-kicking vigilante superheroes. It's sooooo much fun, peak cinema, marvel could never, etc. etc. I'm also going to mention Infernal Affairs (2002), starring Tony Leung Chiu-wai and Andy Lau, because it's one of my favourite action thriller films of all time.

Wuxia: a lot of the most well-known titles of the genre are from the first decades of the 2000s, and because of their scope they tend to be international productions, but often had veteran Hong Kong actors in main roles (for example, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000), Hero (2002), House of Flying Daggers (2004)--all of which I would recommend, btw). But there were also quite a few wuxia films that came out of Hong Kong in the 90s, including New Dragon Gate Inn (a fun 1992 remake of the 1960s wuxia classic, starring Brigitte Lin, Tony Leung Ka-fai, Maggie Cheung); The Green Snake (1993), a retelling of the traditional Legend of the White Snake that doubles as an interesting deconstruction of lots of the main tropes of the wuxia genre; Wong Kar-wai's 1994 Ashes of Time, which has an insanely star-studded cast and is pretty much what you'd expect a wkw wuxia film to be like.

.......aaaaaaand i'm going to stop there, because this is already a Lot😅 but hopefully there's something of use in here--if not for your research, then at least recommending a new film to watch <3

[femmmie]

Danthony 2023

This is a sequel to Danthony 2013 I wrote yes, ten years ago lmao. You will be disappointed to learn I have not become a better writer lmaooo but I do still enjoy it so here ya go. I will add the original one so its a nice long read.

Also I'm very drunk so sorry in advance

2013

Dan felt Anthony’s arm loosely around his neck, as his own hand was searching for a spot on Anthony’s back that was as low as possible while still being acceptable to passers-by.

“It’s actually happening. It’s actually happening,” Dan kept on repeating in his mind. He might have blurted it out once or twice under his breath, while he and Phil were supporting the gorgeous young man and walked towards their hotel.

The last few months had been like a dream. At first there had been a lot of twitter messages, then texts, then Skype conversations. Dan had (easily) convinced Anthony to do an interview for Dan and Phil’s radio show. And Dan had bought a Wii U especially so he could play Mario Kart online with Anthony. Not that he would ever admit that. And now they had been partying, hard, together.

Dan heard Anthony breathe heavily. “Are you alright?” he stammered , still walking.

“Yeah” was all Anthony could manage.

“Shh, it’s OK”, Phil, who had his harm around Anthony’s shoulders and was his main support, said reassuringly. “We’ll be there soon”.

“Mmmmm”, said Anthony.

Anthony Padilla! The guy of Dan’s dreams. Maybe that sounded weird, but it was true. He had practically been pulled into YouTube by Anthony and Smosh. He liked that he looked somewhat similar to Anthony, and he was thrilled that Anthony’s first name was Daniel too (Anthony was his second name). How he wanted to be as cool as him! So outgoing, with an infectious laugh and beaming eyes. All Dan could manage was a proper and somewhat up-tight British thing, or whatever it was that he did. He genuinely didn’t like himself at all. Dan was unsociable and lazy. Anthony was approachable, even for Dan, and he was so hard-working. Dan had been crying, watching Anthony’s ‘draw my life’ video. He had started with nothing and made Smosh as big as it was now, by sheer work ethic and, of course, his charming personality.

“There, let me just get my keys”, Phil said, carefully placing Anthony’s right arm on Dan so that the two guys were practically hugging. They had arrived at the hotel and somehow got Anthony in and out the elevator to their room. Dan couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly. Anthony let his head rest on Dan’s shoulder, though, and Dan felt his hot breath in his neck. It made his hair stand up.

Dan had felt butterflies violently fluttering in his stomach all the way during their flight to Orlando. Phil was mostly excited about going to Sea World, though. Dan couldn’t help but feel warm and affectionate towards Phil, his cuter than cute best friend. He also felt very protective over him and wouldn’t leave his side. He had panicked internally when he and Cat had lost him for a few minutes in a restaurant the other day, although he would never show it. So right now, he was with the two persons in the whole world he wanted to be with most: Anthony and Phil.

Phil opened the door and said “Shall I call Kalel to tell her you’re here?”

“Hmmm”, was the agreeing noise Anthony made from Dan’s shoulder. Dan was still standing next to the door, not trying to move but not wanting to move either. Their body heat had merged and it felt incredibly comfortable.

“..yes, he’s pretty drunk, but we got him to the hotel safely. Yeah, that’s alright, have a nice night, see you tomorrow!” came Phil’s voice from the hallway. His innocent face appeared through the door and he said “Kalel will pick him up tomorrow morning. She’s still partying with her friends”. Dan and Phil slowly but steadily moved Anthony into their hotel room, and placed him on Dan’s bed.

“Thank you”, Anthony murmured, and he was gone. Sleeping like an angel, Dan thought. Phil smiled onesidedly and said “Americans just aren’t used to British drinking!” and he laughed, still a bit intoxicated himself. Dan beamed at him and ruffled his hair. Phil made a purring sound and went into the shower.

Dan stayed by Anthony’s side. He could watch him forever. So beautiful, his hair was perfect. Way more luscious than Dan’s hair would ever be. So shiny… Dan kneeled at Anthony’s bedside and slowly traced one lock of Anthony’s hair down his jawline. Dan sighed. “Thank you”, he whispered, to nobody in particular. He was just thankful that Anthony Padilla lay on his bed right now. A sudden jolt of adrenaline hit him. Did he dare? He bit his lip and slowly released it, then traced his upper lip with his tongue. He inched closer to Anthony’s face. Anthony’s perfect, angelic sleeping face.

Dan looked at Anthony’s mouth. It was curled in a peaceful sleepy half-smile. His cheeks were still red. Dan just did it. Really quick. He kissed Anthony’s cheek. If he felt adrenaline before, it was nothing to what he was feeling now. Things seemed to move in slow motion. He bent over Anthony again and placed a kiss on his lips. He let go, but then he kissed him again, longer now and softer. Anthony moaned softly in his sleep and Dan was horrified for a moment, and just froze in position, but then Anthony kissed him back - kissed him back - and moaned some more. Dan couldn’t believe himself but he was beyond glad that Anthony was still asleep. He was starting to realize what he was doing though and sat up fast, face flushing scarlet, touching his own lips incredulously.

“Wha-, what did I just do?”, he whispered.

After a while, Phil returned from the shower, shirtless, and still drying his hair with a towel. “The shower is yours”, he said sweetly. Dan had been frozen in place with his finger still on his lips. He mechanically got up and went into the shower.

Dan didn’t sleep all night. His body was surging with emotions and went from manically rejoicing to horrified despair. He couldn’t even lie down. He just rocked back and forth on the floor. After what he had done, he physically couldn’t get into the same bed as Anthony, but he couldn’t join Phil either because he would notice that he was tense. “It actually happened. This actually happened”, Dan whispered to himself.

“Hiiii sweety!!” Kalel said to her boyfriend as she came into the room. The three guys were just having breakfast but Phil had got up to let her in.

“Baby!” Anthony said with his mock sweet voice and he fluttered his eye lashes. Dan laughed but then stopped and looked mortified of guilt. Nobody noticed though.

“How was your night with the English folk? A bit too much for you, eh?” Kalel teased.

“It certainly was fun!” Anthony said, smiling.

“Let’s do that again sometime, Dan and Phil! Maybe we will come visit you guys in London on our next holiday!”

“That would be awesome!” Phil replied.

“Thanks guys, for keeping my boy safe and sound” said Kalel and she kissed them both on the cheek. Dan’s face flushed again.

“Aww, isn’t he cute!” Kalel laughed.

“He’s adorable. They both are”, said Anthony. “I could just kiss them!” he jokingly added, and Dan thought he couldn’t be more horrified but he could, because suddenly Anthony looked at him funny, like he remembered something, and his face went red too, but he then shook his head and he and Kalel left, promising to play some more Mario Kart online in a few days.

Phil saw Dan sitting with a vacant expression and he was worried. He felt so protective over his best friend. He knew Dan secretly liked Anthony and seeing him go again must have made him sad. So Phil sat down next to him and put his arm around him. Dan’s chest heaved and he began to cry. He buried himself into Phil’s warm embrace and Phil held him close.

“You’re the best friend in the world”, Dan sobbed.

“So are you”, Phil said. Dan couldn’t believe he was crying, when he had the best person in the world sitting next to him, comforting him after he yet again had made a fool of himself. He loved Phil more than ever. Dan felt Phil’s arms around his waist, as his own hands were placed around Phil’s back. It felt right. They sat there, embracing, for a long time.

2023

Anthony was in Prague. The ancient city intrigued him, enticed him to explore and feel nostalgic. Who lived here hundreds or even thousands of years ago? Had they led nice lives? Were they fulfilled, and did they reach their full potential?

Anthony always worried about living up to his potential. Growing up poor had done that to him. Even though he would never have money problems again, he always felt an innate need to work hard, harder, and never stop... To remind himself of what really mattered, the intangible things, the humanity of life, he had set some very personal and meaningful tattoos. They reminded him every day. Yes, he was still a workaholic. But it wasn't toxic anymore. He was happy to get out of bed each morning and loved his life and his job. It wasn't even a real job, he just showed up and enjoyed himself. What a life!

Of course, in the back of Anthony's mind there still loomed some darkness. It had taken him years to get to this place of wellbeing. He still faced the ghost of his past sometimes when he had flardes of memory flashing before his eyes, of the time when his emotions were all wrapped up and he had truly been mentally unwell.

Do I deserve this happiness?

Anthony didn't know. After his tattoos had been updated and expanded, he took the flight back to LA, a place so familiar but also a mixed bag for Anthony when it came to where he really wanted to live. Prague seemed so much more peaceful. Yet LA was the place he could do his job and where all his friends and family lived.

He sighed as he got on the plane, dressed in a tracksuit and with only a weekend bag of his clothes and some protein bars.

The weather was awful. Rain streamed against the plane window, and Anthony was suddenly overcome with the most random of feelings: two soft, warm lips on his, an alcohol filled night, and those lips they had rejuvenated him, lit a fire under him that had sustained him for years. Whose were they? He involuntarily blushed and shook his head as if to rid himself of the thought. Was it a memory? A fantasy?

"We are making an emergency landing at London Heathrow Airport," the pilot said after a few hours of stressful turbulence.

"Ugh, just my luck... well, I shouldn't complain. I'm healthy, I have a roof over my head, I'm well fed, I have many loved ones... focus, Anthony. You didn't want to leave Europe just yet anyway." Anthony hyped himself up and made a plan.

When he got out of the plane, he immediately called his old friend Dan.

"Hi, yeah, it's me. So yeah, my plane made an emergency landing! Yeah, it sure was scary! Would it be okay if I crashed at your guys' place? Oh, Phil isn't there? Well then, I could have his bed? Hahahahha just kidding. I will gladly sleep in your guest room. Thanks so much, Dan. See you in a bit then."

Anthony smiled to himself. Of all his youtuber friends, Dan was a special one. For one, Anthony knew Dan had a major crush on him. He had made that know very plainly last year. Anthony didn't mind, Dan was hardly the only guy lusting after him. But Dan also had something else. He had a delicate quality to him that Anthony could not quite pinpoint. Maybe it was his eyes. They looked feminine somehow and very pretty... Anthony shook his head again.

"Chill out, Anthony, those days are behind you..."

The cab arrived at Dan and Phil's house and Dan greeted Anthony at the port.

"Anthony!"

"So nice to see you, Dan!"

They hugged. Dan smelled sweet, like flowers.

"I guess this is a sleepover! Just kidding, unless... hahaha I am actually kidding, of course you just want a place to stay until your plane leaves for America. Oh no, I've made it weird..."

"You're so cute when you're flustered."

Anthony was pushing his luck, but he knew how hot he was and how he made both women and men squirm under his gaze.

"Shut up. Shut.. hahaha, you're kidding, haa. I know what you're doing, Anthony. You need to stop. Hahaha, or continue..."

"Just show me my bedroom, and I will not bother you until tomorrow morning." Anthony winked at Dan, who winked back and then looked mortified. Anthony couldn't help but laugh.

Dan lived in a very nice new neighborhood with white houses, young trees, and a lot of posh cats, lurking in the twilight outside. It was very different than the old city of Prague. But Anthony felt himself wonder the same things. Do people here feel fulfilled, are they living up to their potential? Are they happy?

Dan showed Anthony his room and Anthony dropped his stuff there. He actually didn't feel like sleeping just yet, however tired he may be.

"Are you in for a Smash Brothers rematch for old times sake?" Anthony asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I thought you would never ask," Dan said grinning and he led Anthony to the gaming room which had a mini fridge stocked with hard liquor, from which they drank, negatively influencing their game performances. But it felt good, comfortable to goof around with Dan. Anthony started to feel sleepy. Then that vision or rather feeling hit him again: warm, soft lips, a sweet smell...

Anthony froze.

"What's the matter, Anthony?"

"Was it you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever kissed me?"

Silence. Anthony looked at Dan, who looked pale, like a deer in headlights.

"So you HAVE kissed me. But when, where, how? It's driving me crazy."

"I... I..." Dan was having a breakdown, Anthony could tell, and he secretly reveled once again in making the other guy sweat and blush. But also, all his memories now fell into place. It had been at a night during Vidcon, he'd spent the night at Dan's hotel room. It was Dan. Dan had kissed him with those exquisite lips. Anthony's world was spinning. Was this missing from my own life? Will I finally be truly happy?

"Hey," Anthony said softly, laying a hand on Dan's shoulder. He had just won, so he didn't mind letting go of the controllers. "It's okay, I'm not mad or anything. It's just that I have this memory. God, it's so long ago, we were both still babies. I remember the feeling of warm lips against mine, and it felt very nice, actually."

Dan had overcome his episode apparently but now he looked very serious.

"Please Anthony, don't play with my heart like this. You're straight I get it. I didn't know at the time, I didn't. And still it's inexcusable, it wasn't consensual, it was a foolish thing to do. I'll accept whatever you decide to be my punishment."

"Hey..."

Anthony had to tell him.

"You know, you triggered something there. A feeling I had to explore. I hooked up with guys a couple of times, but it just wasn't the same, you know? So I figured I must be straight. But it was you. Do you mind if I tried this one more time?"

And he leaned in to Dan who sat next to him on the couch. Dan was searing hot and radiating his heat in all directions. He was very cute.

"Please, Dan. I just want to feel your lips once more..."

Trembling, Dan leaned in as well, and it was fireworks. Nothing Anthony had ever experienced with a girl or with a guy. This was heaven. He tugged on Dan's shirt to get him closer. He breathed in that sweet scent. He pushed his tongue inside Dan's mouth, Dan moaning in confused pleasure. He would fuck Dan Howell tonight.

Anthony broke their kiss and took his shirt off in front of Dan, who looked like he saw God himself.

"Dan, please undress."

Dan unbuttoned his black shirt, revealing a smooth olive skin, feminine just like his eyes. Anthony twitched in his pants so he undid his lid.

"Can you take my pants off?"

"Sure, I'll get right to-"

"No, not with your hands. With your mouth."

Anthony was having way too much fun, delighting in Dan actually obliging and taking his pants off with his mouth.

He undid his boxers himself and sat back down on the couch.

"Can you put that cute mouth to good use, Dan?" He asked, gesturing to his dick. Dan immediately sat down on his knees between Anthony's legs and began to suck on his cock. Anthony let his head rest back against the couch as he felt Dan work for him, tongue spiraling as he sucked, panting for breath now and again. It felt delicious.

"WELL, I guess I'm not straight then!" Anthony smiled. This had been the missing puzzle piece. Getting sucked off by random guys had felt gross, but Dan doing it, with those lips he knew from a blissful fever dream, felt absolutely right. More forceful than a girl would do, but still gentle enough not to hurt him.

"Dan, I'm getting there.."

Not much longer, he came into Dan's mouth.

"Swallow. Good boy," Anthony commanded. After his plane adventure and these new revelations, he felt sleep overcome him.

He woke up and realized he was tied up, face down to his bed and gagged.

"You wanted this, right?"

Dan awkwardly held a whip and looked terrified, but determined.

"I will train you."

Dan got on the bed and proceeded to stir something that was apparently already inside Anthony's ass.

"Now, relax and I will enter you."

"Hggg"

"Don't talk, Anthony, let me do everything for you."

The stirring continued, and then something exited, and Dan entered. That much Anthony was certain off even though he couldn't see. Dan was big. Anthony's ass felt like it was on fire. He moaned into his gag and fantasized he had another very specific cock in his mouth. It made him crazy and he thrusted his ass against Dan's crotch. Dan quickly came and bit Anthony neck softly, breathing heavily and relaxing against him. He undid the ties and gag.

"You bad boy," Anthony teased.

"You liked it, don't lie," Dan joked nervously.

"I did, I'm ready for another round."

Anthony was a lot stronger than Dan, especially when he was actually awake. He pushed Dan face down into the mattress and stuck two fingers in his ass. Dan screamed in pleasure.

"You look so hot when you're asleep," Dan confessed.

"And you look hot when you're defenseless and pathetic against my strength. He pushed Dan further into the bed. He took out his fingers and penetrated Dan deep into his rectum. Dan screamed.

"Tsk tsk. What will the neighbors say?"

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, Anthony. Please, please come inside me.

Anthony lasted for quite some time. Maybe because he was spacing out while fucking Dan. He realized how fulfilled he was, how he could apply this new mental peace to the rest of his life, to become a better and greater version of himself. OH god that felt good, Dan moaned just a little louder, maybe he felt Anthony disengaging. But he was back, back inside, back on task. Yes, this was amazing. 

Anthony exploded once more and let Dan lay there on his bed, cum dripping out of him.

[harley-sunday]

No Regrets [04]

Summary: The rules they set were simple: friends with benefits. But are they really friends? And what exactly are the benefits? Starts after Daniel’s third place in 2017 Monaco Grand Prix and ends at the 2021 Zandvoort Grand Prix.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader [unnamed OFC]

Warnings: Language. Smut. Semi-public sex. 18+

Word Count: 3.4k

AN: I feel like I keep repeating myself, but again, sorry for the long wait on this one. Took me a while to find my muse... Also, did I google Daniel’s car collection to see which of his cars would be best suited for whatever happens in this chapter? Damn right I did ;)

Masterlist

Zandvoort, September 2021

Daniel’s hand is drawing intricate patterns on your back, every now and then finding its way down to your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze. You look up at him and put your hand on his cheek as you push yourself up, capturing his mouth with yours for a kiss.

You can feel his body react almost immediately, his fingers stilling on the small of your back and you use his distraction to roll back, pulling him on top of you, his semi-hard cock pressing against your stomach letting you know just how turned on he is. You like it when he pins you down with his weight, like the feeling of having nowhere to go and so you kiss him a little harder, pulling up one knee to sort of keep him in place even though you know he could flip you both over in an instant if he wanted to. 

The feeling of dread you had earlier makes way for something far more primal then and so you reach for the nightstand and open the drawer, taking out a condom as you kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him. 

Monaco, December 2017 

“I’m gonna go dance.”

“Yep,” you reply before he even has the chance to ask if you want to join him, instead raising your glass towards the dance floor and effectively dismissing him, “have fun.” You don’t miss the look he throws you but it’s not like you really care either and so you simply shrug before you take another sip of your champagne. It’s not that you don’t want to dance, not really anyway, it’s just that you don’t want to dance with him. 

Him being Pascal’s colleague Fréderic, who introduced himself as Fred but has also told you to call him the F-Meister multiple times already. Insisted even. You ignored his request. Of course you did. Because Freddy is the embodiment of a finance bro and believes he’s God’s gift not only to women but to the entire population even though you know for a fact he still lives at home with his mother and his fuckin’ pet lizard. The guy’s a weird combination of a douche and a nerd with an above average drinking pace if the number of beers he’s had ever since you sat down for dinner are anything to go by. He started slurring his words sometime during the main course and by the time dessert rolled around his eyes had glossed over and he struggled to finish his chocolate mousse, downing every bite with a sip of his beer for good measure. 

You’re not sure what made Liz think it would be a good idea to invite him as your date to her wedding because of all the blind dates she’s set you up on so far this year, all fifteen of them thank you very much, he’s definitely the worst. Not that you’ll tell Liz, not today anyway. Maybe after she and Pascal get back from the honeymoon they’re about to leave on tomorrow you’ll let her know that, while you appreciated the effort, she should stop her matchmaking efforts. After all, you’re not a giant panda. She can’t just put you together in a room with someone of the opposite sex and expect you to mate. If only it was that simple, you think.

Then again, with Daniel it is. 

Daniel. You haven’t thought about him in a while, you realise. Haven’t seen him these last few months either, not since that night you set down those ground rules and decided you’d try to be friends, but you have sent a few text messages back and forth. It’s how you know he spent most of his summer break in Los Angeles before the second half of the season had him travelling across the globe. The pictures he sent offered you a glimpse into his life and gave you some serious wanderlust which is why you went on a trip of your own at the beginning of November and you haven’t really spoken to him since. You’re not even sure he’s in Monaco right now. Not that it matters. Right?

Wrong. 

You’re not sure what makes you grab your phone and pull up Daniel’s thread in the messaging app, probably the five glasses of champagne you’ve had so far and the way your date has been treating you all night, but here you are. The last message he sent you is from two weeks ago, when he was in Abu Dhabi for the closing race of the season, a sunset view from his hotel room overlooking the racetrack. 

Before you know it you snap a selfie, holding up your glass of champagne while trying to look as unimpressed as possible into the front facing camera and send it to him.

Ask me about my wedding date. No really. I dare you.

It isn't until after you've sent it that you wonder if maybe the angle you took it from showed a little too much cleavage, but then you decide there's nothing you can do about it now. And it's not like he hasn't seen it all before, so...

Keeping the phone in your hand you let your gaze wander to the dance floor where a group of ten or twelve people, Fréderic included, are trying to keep the party going by singing along at the top of their lungs, not surprisingly completely off-key and taking shot after shot of what, you’re not exactly sure. Liz and Pascal are lost in their own world, slow dancing to a song that isn’t necessarily suited for it but that they somehow make work for them anyway. There’s a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you watch them and you’re a little lost in your own thoughts when all of a sudden your phone beeps to let you know you’ve got a new message.

Please don’t tell me you’re letting that dress go to waste on some cunt who wouldn’t know what a good pair of boobs look like if they hit him square in the face.

You can’t help but laugh at his response and so your reply is quick:

Don’t you dare bring my boobs into this, Ricciardo.

It’s then you feel someone sitting down on the chair next to you and before you know it there’s an arm around your shoulders and Freddy’s warm, wet breath hits your cheek, the waft of alcohol filling your nostrils making you a little nauseous, “Why don’t you and I get out of here?”

“Oh Freddy,” you mock as you roll your eyes and shrug his arm off, “let’s not.”

Another beep then, signalling a new message from Daniel:

Why not? A+ on the boobs, babe. 

Another message follows not much later:

AND. I would TOTALLY know what to do with them if they hit ME square in the face. Just sayin’

You shake your head but there’s a smile tugging on the corner of your lips because maybe, just maybe- 

Don’t tempt me with a good time, champ.

“Are you seriously texting with another guy right now?”

You flinch. Not because you had forgotten about Freddy, even though, let's be honest, you very much had, but because he’s still too close for comfort and you realise he has been reading your back and forth with Daniel. Asshole. 

“Who’s that Dan guy?” Fréderic continues, tapping your screen with his finger repeatedly as if to make a point.

“Mind your own goddamn business, lizard boy,” you hiss as you pull your phone away from him and get up from your seat, deciding right then and there it’s time to go. The party has started to dwindle down anyway, all tables empty except the one you’re at and only a handful of people still on the dance floor. You’re sure Liz and Pascal won’t mind you leaving, not in the least because you’re the one driving them to the airport tomorrow.

You’re about to give Fréderic one last piece of mind when you hear a quiet, “Hello?” coming from somewhere close, the voice vaguely familiar but not in this setting. You look around, trying to find out where it’s coming from when all of a sudden you hear, “If you’re going to booty call me at least say something, babe,” coming from your left hand.

Oh shit.

You look at your phone and sure enough there’s an ongoing call with Daniel that Fréderic must have started when he was tapping at your phone with his greasy fingers. Oh well, might as well make the most of it now, you decide and so you look at your date when you bring the phone to your ear and answer with what you hope is a very seductive, “Hi baby.” 

Daniel lets out a laugh, “You ok?”

“Yeah, I miss you too,” you purr, hoping Daniel will understand what you’re doing. “Can’t wait to get out of here and see you again.”

“I can help with that,” Daniel says without missing a beat. 

You giggle as if he’s just made the most indecent proposal ever and turn your back to Fréderic to help with the act, “Baby, stop, people might hear you.” 

“He’s right beside you, isn’t he?”

“Hmm,” you moan rather obscenely, continuing your play, “I’d like that. Tell me what you’d do next.” 

“Oh Jesus,” Daniel scoffs and you can just imagine him shaking his head. “I meant what I said though. If you want to get out of there-”

“Baby, sssh, not so loud,” you say, trying to act embarrassed by biting your lip. You follow up with a whispered, “Give me on sec,” before you lower your phone ever so slightly and tell Fréderic, “Fred, I would say it’s been a pleasure, but my mother doesn’t like it when I lie, so-” you throw him a wink before you put your phone back to your ear and start walking towards the dancefloor, letting out a relieved sigh, “Ok. We’re clear.”  

“That poor guy,” Daniel chuckles, no doubt having heard what you just said.

“He’ll survive.” You pinch the bridge of your nose then, “Listen, I’m sorry you got tangled up in this, Dan, but thanks for being a good-” 

“Hey, no,” he says, effectively cutting you off. “I meant what I said. If you need a ride home, just say the word.”

So he is in Monaco, you realise with a smile. You’re not sure what makes you say what you say next because you can’t keep blaming everything on the champagne. Maybe it’s because you hoped you would at least get a decent one night stand out of this wedding. Or maybe it’s because it’s been five months since you last saw Daniel and hearing his voice makes you remember how good he can make you feel and reminds you how long it has been. It doesn’t matter because by then you’ve already told him, “As long as you promise that’s not the only ride I get to take tonight, champ.” 

***

When you walk out of Hotel Hermitage not much later, having said your goodbyes to Liz and Pascal and reminding them you’ll pick them up at eleven-thirty tomorrow morning, you spot Daniel easily enough, leaning against the passenger’s door of a slick Aston Martin Vantage in front of the steps that lead up to the hotel. 

He lets out a low whistle as you make your way down and makes a show out of opening the door for you with a courtesy type of bow, “Ma’am.” 

Biting your lip to keep from laughing, you simply nod in reply before getting in, hoisting up your floor length dress a little so you have room to manoeuvre the tight space. You’re quietly admiring the way the seat seems to be sculpted to your body when Daniel slides into his seat and flashes you a big grin as he starts the car, the engine coming alive with a roar, “Where to, babe?”

“Turn left at the end here,” you start, fully intending to giving him directions to your apartment but it’s then you risk a quick glance at him and see his right hand resting on his thigh as he drives through the streets of Monaco with just his left hand on the steering wheel, the tiny 3 tattooed on his pinky finger only faintly visible in the glow coming from the streetlights, that you have a better idea. You don’t inform him of the sudden change of plans, just keep telling where to go and it isn’t until you navigate him out of the city centre that he throws you a curious look.

“You never told me you lived outside of Monaco.”

“You never asked,” you counter with a grin. “Take a left here.”

His brows knit together as he turns onto the highway that, if you continue long enough, gets you to Nice, “Just where exactly am I taking you?”

“Starting to regret your offer?” 

“Nah,” he replies with a shake of his head, “it’s just- I guess I always thought you lived close to me.”

“Oh, I do,” you admit easily enough as you turn towards him in your seat, putting your own hand on his thigh, not missing the way he draws in a sharp breath when you inch even higher. “Next right.”   

He nods but doesn’t say anything and you can just about see the gears starting to turn in his head, both his hands on the steering wheel now, gripping it just a little tighter as your hand moves further up.

“Right there,” you tell him after a while, pointing at a small parking spot on the other side of the road. You’ve taken him to the Beaulieu lookout spot and he must be confused, must wonder why you brought him here to the middle of nowhere where there are no houses around, just the spectacular cityscape of Monaco down below. You unbuckle your seatbelt, push your seat back,bring your mouth to his ear, your hand now cupping him over his jeans, and quietly whisper, “Park the car facing forward, Dan. Don’t want you to miss the view.” 

“What-”

Your thumb strokes him over his zipper, “Move your seat back a little?” You can see the realisation finally starting to seep in and so he does as he’s told just as you put two fingers under his chin and turn his head towards you, finding his mouth with yours. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth you pull on it gently just as you press down harder with your other hand, drawing a groan from him that sends a shiver down your spine. 

“You’re a fuckin’ menace, you know that?” He mutters before he chases after your mouth, his kiss rough and full of want and you can’t help but smile into the kiss, feeling yourself starting to get wet. He puts one of his hands over yours then, pushing down even more as he grinds into your touch and you have to pull back from the kiss to catch your breath. 

You watch him as he lets his head fall back against the headrest and when a lazy grin appears you can’t help but smile back at him. When he bucks his hips once more you gently swat away his hand and make quick work of his button and zippers, pushing his jeans down a little so you have better access. Your hand finds its way into his boxers then and when you wrap your hand around him he groans again.

“Fuck, babe,” he breathes, holding on to the headrest with both hands now.

“Ssh,” you tell him, taking his cock out and licking your lips at the sight of him, “just enjoy the view.” Bending down you swirl your tongue over the tip before you take him into your mouth and start bobbing your head up down ever so slightly, only taking him in a little at a time simply to tease him a little. 

“Babe,” he pleads silently, his voice a little rough, one of his hands now on the back of your head. He doesn’t push down but just lets you know where he wants you as you take him a little deeper.

Your hands move up and down the base of his cock then, helping out where your mouth can’t, setting a pace that you know will get him there sooner rather than later because fuck, you need to get off too. You can feel him grow harder and harder and so you take him in just a little further, his tip now hitting the back of your throat.

“Babe,” he says again, but this time it’s a warning, letting you know that if you continue he’s gonna come and he won’t be able to return the favour. 

You shake your head ever so slightly, hoping he’ll understand that it doesn’t matter, and hollow your cheeks to prove your point. 

“Oh, fuck,” he pants then, this time pushing you down ever so slightly and can feel your eyes starting to water from being so full, but God, does it feel good. When he bucks his hips you know he’s close and so you try to relax your jaw even more, taking him even deeper, one of your hands now focusing solely on his balls and it’s then he’s on and over the edge, hot ropes of his cum shooting down your throat as he lets out a loud, “Fuck.”

You try to swallow as much as you can but it’s too much and so it gets a little sloppy but you doubt he’ll mind. When you feel him going soft in your mouth you pull back, running a hand over your mouth before you sit back up, grinning widely at him.

“God, your mouth- Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he groans as he grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss.

The idea that he’s tasting himself right now makes you grow even wetter and you know it’s time to chase your own high and so you pull back and tuck him back into his boxers, muttering a quiet, “Won’t be needing this for a while,” as you throw him a wink.

He looks at you curiously, no doubt remembering rule number four, and starts to say something but you simply shake your head to let him know it’s ok.

You turn around in your seat as much as possible then, pulling on the fabric of your dress so you can gather it around your hips before you slide your leg over one of his and push yourself over to his side, straddling his thigh. Even with his seat pushed all the way back there isn’t much room, but you think you can make it work and so you cup his face in your hands, the coil inside you tightening even further from the way he looks at you with his pupils blown, his tongue running over his lower lip in anticipation of what’s coming next. 

You keep looking at him as you slide yourself towards him over his thigh, biting your lip to stifle a moan because the friction his jeans create is just so good.

‘’Fuck,” he breathes as you slide back, his hands on your hips then, pushing you down harder as you ride his thigh in all earnest, capturing your mouth with his. He flexes his thigh just as he starts sucking on your tongue, his fingers digging into your hips even more.

A moan gets stuck in your throat somewhere and you can feel yourself getting closer with each passing second and so you put your hands on his shoulders for some leverage. Your tongue is battling his now, your breathing become more and more shallow and when you feel you’re almost there you have to pull back to catch your breath because you’re not only seeing stars but entire fuckin’ galaxies when your orgasm washes over you not much later. 

You let your head rest against his shoulder as you come down from your high, panting now, muttering a quiet, “Thanks for the ride, baby.” 

***

You keep stealing glances at him as he drives through the streets of Monaco, following the directions you keep giving him at steady intervals, a small smile playing on his lips when he passes his own apartment building before you tell him to take the next right and park in front of a lowrise building not much later. 

“Jesus.” He lets out a laugh and shakes his head, “We’re practically neighbours-”

“Yep,” you agree, turning towards him in your seat once more and grabbing his shirt so you can pull him in for a kiss that ends up a little more heated than you intended, but fuck it. The windows of his car already fogged up once tonight anyway. When you pull back you look at him with a sly smile, “Ready for round two, neighbour?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” he says with a mock salute. “Still need to pay those gorgeous boobs of yours some attention after all.”

[alreadyblondenow]

Cupid in love

Pairing: Cupid!Jaehyun x female!reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, angst?

WC: 3,150k

Warnings: FANTASY GALORE. rough break up sex, unprotected sex, slight nipple play, swearing, mentions of other idols

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I have time.. For NCT-WRITERS Cafe Resonance

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Walking around the mall alone and witnessing yet another beautiful, and successful Valentines Day for the year of 2021 and you’re the only person in the world who knew the man behind this beautiful day.

“Alone during Valentine’s day Y/n? Jaehyun hyung can’t come?” Mark, the waiter from the cafe asked you while he serves you your third round of your favorite warm drink. This is where you and Jaehyun first met, and you have been celebrating Valentines day for nearly three years here now just because Jaehyun can see all the lovers holding hands through that clear glass. All his hard work has paid off.

But tonight, he is already two hours late and you wonder why because he has never been late on Valentine’s Day.

“Uhm, Jaehyun will be a little bit late. Business trip. But I completely understand his schedule” you smiled and thanked him.

Of course you’re not sad that Jaehyun couldn’t make it on time this year. Maybe he got caught up with a little work an emergency perhaps? But you do hope that this is nothing serious.

Three Valentine’s Day ago

You were sitting quietly at Cafe Resonance with a warm drink on your side. Just admiring the happy couples that are enjoying the day with flowers, sweets, and different kinds of surprises. It was a normal day for you, but not until a very handsome man sat in front of you on the other side of the table. Giving you three pieces of Cafe Resonance’s Valentine cookies.

A cupid in his human form. Came out to play and enjoy his day for his own selfish needs. The gods forbade Jaehyun to celebrate his own day so he could stay pure like the god that he is and remain sinless and worthy. But the young cupid is full of passion and curiosity that he took his chance to walk on Earth and make himself meet someone that can satisfy his physical wants.

“The cafe manager said that if I want someone to fall on love with me, I should give them a Valentine cookie” he said and flashed a very handsome smile at you. Knowing all too well that what the manager told him was complete bullshit, because no one can force love to happen with anyone but him.

At least that’s what he knew.

Your first encounter with Jaehyun was surprisingly refreshing and fun. You ate all the cookies that he gave and to be honest you only did that to show him that you’re interested with him too, and also it’s not so bad to fall in love with someone like him. He’s nice, decent and well mannered. Though it’s pretty obvious that he’s after for some Valentine’s sex, and you have no problem with that.

At the end of the day, the man made you scream in bed, fucked you on the wall and made you cum for more three times using his cock. He sure knew how to fuck, you thought.

But the bitter feeling and ugly thought of waking up without him by yourself the next day is something you don’t want to happen so even though you’re dead tired from the sex, you try si hard not to sleep yet and make the best of this moment by asking too much questions to him that he likes answering.

Was the valentine cookie from Cafe Resonance real? Is it really possible for you to fall in love with a stranger?

“Go sleep. I promise I’m still here when you wake up” he said.

And he kept his promise not only the day after Valentine’s Day, but also for the next few weeks. Who would expect that a cupid who just wanted to have fun during his day, wasn’t so immune with love after all. And who would expect that he’s willing to be punished by the gods because of you? But what amazes Jaehyun the most, is how you fell in love with him. Because even as a cupid, he didn’t made you like him or used his powers for his selfishness.

Either way, he still refused on believing that the Valentine cookie was real and effective. Such kind of love mustn’t be tolerated he thought.

Life with Jaehyun was sweet and real. Too beautiful to ruin. That’s why when Jaehyun said that he’s leaving, you didn’t take it lightly which soon lead to your first fight.

Jaehyun didn’t have much of a choice but to tell you the truth. Even though you just laughed at him when he finally said the words, he secretly hoped that you’d still understand because he believes that you love him.

“I don’t have a choice Y/n. I’ve been away for months now. I am neglecting my duty as a cupid, by this time the happy couples that we saw during Valentine’s day could have broken up already because I’m not around” he explains frustratedly.

“So you’re saying that you’re the cupid and couples can break up because you’re not around. Because you’ve been busy being happy with me?”

“Yes” he answered weakly and reached for your hand to kiss it. Promising you that he will come back and find you. “It’s just for a year. I’ll sort everything out and I promise I’ll give the love that you deserve”

And as Jaehyun left you as soon as the truth was revealed, you let him leave you with a big doubt and judgement in your heart. Is he secretly married and you’re a mistress now? Have you done something wrong to make him leave you like this? And these ugly thoughts ran thru your mind for months and months during his absence.

During your wait for Jaehyun’s return, you decided to move on and just date anyone to forget everything about Jaehyun. But every time that you plan a date with someone, the set date will be either cancelled or the guy won’t show up. Little did you know that Jaehyun is the man behind those unfortunate events. Secretly watching you from a cloud above you, guiding you towards patience until he returns and win your heart again.

It was not easy for Jaehyun to see you like this, purposely forgetting everything about him like he was just a dream to you. He can’t let that happen, for he knew that what you have is love.

On the next Valentine’s Day, you can’t believe who showed up in your doorstep. He didn’t change a bit, and neither his feelings for you.

“Can I come inside?” the cupid asked nervously.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, but seriously what are you doing here Jae?”

“I told you I’d come back right? I’m here now, and we don’t have much time-“

“I have a boyfriend now so please leave me alone”

“That’s a lie. I know everything about you, I’ve watch you every day from above for a whole year. Please just believe me. Don’t push me away, I kept my promise didn’t I? I’m here now”

And the thought of Jaehyun keeping his promise was enough for you to welcome him in but your heart is still cold and broken because of what happened from the past.

As you and Jaehyun sit and have a decent conversation, he showed his wings which is enough proof to believe him that he really is the cupid. You were speechless for hours, and your apartment’s for corners was suffocating you so Jaehyun decided to have a walk with you.

He wanted to hold your hand like every couple he sees now. He wanted to whisper how much he misses you and loves you. Ironic isn’t it? He’s the cupid who spreads love on Earth but he can’t have love for himself.

“So how old are you?” you finally spoke. Those were your first words after seeing his wings, and that was four hours ago.

“Human age is 25, but cupid age... I have no idea but let’s say almost 127 years old? That’s still young in cupid years” he smiled and let out a small laugh. Completely missing that you’re shocked to the core upon hearing his age. But now that you know more truths about him, the normal thing you would do was react hysterically and make him leave you alone. Surprisingly, you wanted to hear more about him. To hear more about the truth.

“Tell me more?” You said shyly, slowly reaching for his hand for you to hold and hold it tightly. Oh you missed him.

He smiled so big and reached in for a kiss on the forehead before he tells you more about him and to what he do. The simple walk turned into a date, and of course he brought you to Cafe Resonance to celebrate your reunion and basically your first year of knowing each other. And when you got back to your apartment, he immediately brought you to your room and fucked you all night in different positions.

“When are you going to leave?” you asked while drawing circles on his chest and savouring his warmth.

“Tomorrow” he answered weakly and tightens his embrace, “I can’t be away from duty like what I did last year. The gods might not let me see you if I continue to be stubborn”

“It’s sad. But I understand, and at least now I have something to look forward to”

Three Valentine’s Day later

Thru the years of being together, even when you don’t see each other everyday, Jaehyun always finds a way to show his love for you thru unexpected things. Big or small.

Like during your birthdays, he always sends gifts to you with sweet and short notes. Or like whenever you wake up on your side of the bed and see a feather on his side of the bed. That simply means he’s always with you, like an angel.

This year’s Valentine’s day marks your three years if staying in love with each other, and you’re more than excited with seeing him today. But given that he was hours and hours late already, you decided to call it a day and go home to rest. Maybe he will come by the next day? Nonetheless, you still believe that he will do everything just to be with you.

Three days later, he’s still nowhere to be found and it’s weird how you can’t feel him watching you anymore. What is happening?

“Hi Y/n” Mark greeted you with his normal cheerful aura. “Were you and Jaehyun supposed to meet? You completely missed him. It’s weird actually, he came here not have some coffee but instead he had a talk with the manager”

“Uh- yeah, sorry. I guess I’ll see him at home then,” you answered awkwardly and forgot the cake that you purchased.

When you came back to your apartment, finally you see his unique figure standing by the window and staring blankly at the sky.

“I thought you forgot about me, are you okay? Jaehyun?” You hugged him from behind and kissed his broad shoulders.

“Sorry about that, how are you?” He turned around and return the hug and kisses. Saying that he’s really sorry for leaving you hanging on a very special day.

“I’m fine. What happened? Is there something wrong? You look troubled” you asked, but he didn’t answer your question but instead he kissed you deeply and motioned you towards your bedroom, making a trail of discarded clothes on the floor.

And once you landed on your bed, Jaehyun immediately went on top of you and kissed your neck, all the way down to the valley between your boobs while kneading them and sucking them. His breathing was heavy and you quickly noticed it. You wanted to make him stop and make him talk, but you’re too late.

He already spread your legs wide and positioned himself between your legs, kneeling in front of you so handsomely as he starts touching your pussy with his thumb. Up and down he makes you wet and sensitive, not to mention he was really gentle and slow. At first you thought he was going to fuck you already, but to you surprise he put his two fingers inside you and came closer to you again, to suck your nipples and bite them softly until he’s satisfied.

Swollen and sensitive, that’s how he left your nipples and starts lining his cock on your entrance, slowly pushing in his cock. “Fuck” he comments with a grunt. Putting every inch of his thick and veiny cock inside of you, moving his hips slowly. His head rests on the crook of you neck, his breath tickling you but all you can do now is moan.

Moan and keep him close with your arms wrapped around his frame. And when you whispered “I love you, Jaehyun” that instantly melted his heart and fucked you even more deliciously. But he also wished you didn’t say it to him because now he knows your love is not real. Cafe resonance put you in a spell and only your true love can break it.

He got up from his comfort close to your body and got a hold on your hips, slightly lifting it so he could fuck you harder and so he could see your boobs bounce up and down, grip it whenever he wants to, pinch it whenever he wants to and suck it whenever he wants to.

Suddenly, he pulled out completely only to push back in a little harsher that your head hit the head board. He did it again. Making you hiss with the stretch from your cunt, but the pleasure is driving you insane. He then started to lick your neck and chest, pinning your arms on your side while he fucks you harder. Your moans became louder and you started gripping the sheets and just stop fighting the feeling, and accepting the intensity of every thrust Jaehyun gives you.

“Why are you so rough tonight?” You asked with ragged breaths, toes started curling, and you begged him to go slower because you don’t want to cum yet but he didn’t listen.

He made you cum for the first time tonight and it wasn’t anything you’ve ever had before. You gripped the pillow so tight, moaned his name weakly, and let you shiver and curl beneath him while his hands still roams around your body, his cock still inside you and he hasn’t cum yet, a sign that he is not yet done with you.

Little did you know, he’s scanning every inch of you, engraving your beauty while you’re naked in his mind. For this is your last night together.

“I wanted to talk-“

Jaehyun started talking but to his surprise you voluntarily move your hips and started fucking yourself. He was sure he made you weak already and fucked you hard, how is possible that you still wanted to go for another round? But he wasn’t complaining, in fact he loves the image of you fucking yourself and using him to go off.

“That’s right baby, fuck me. Go deeper” and so you followed what he wanted, after all you’re not doing this for your own pleasure, you’re doing this because you wanted him to cum too.

With widely spread legs and bouncing tits, you moved your hips up and down while Jaehyun is kneeling in between your legs and you have a complete view of Jaehyun’s fucked out face. Eyebrows furrowing, parted swollen pink lips, chanting your name over and over again and telling you how much he loves what he’s seeing and feeling.

“Oh fuck Y/n, you feel so good”

“Fuck baby”

“Go slower, I don’t want to cum yet-“

But you didn’t gave into his request simply because he didn’t go slow earlier with you. So you moved your hips faster, up and down and put on a show for him by kneading your boobs in front of him and pinching your sensitive nipples to make yourself clench around him.

In a matter of seconds, Jaehyun’s hands are around your rib, perfectly placed under your boobs, and your legs are folded so he could go deeper. He took over until he’s finally shooting his warm, thick cum inside you. Satisfied for what you’ve done to him because he landed on top of your body, so weak and his legs are still shaking.

Too tired to clean the cum dripping from your hole, too comfortable in Jaehyun’s arms and presence that you never want to let go.

On the next day, you woke up quite late and you’re all alone in your cold bed. Though you’re completely cleaned and dressed, maybe Jaehyun took care of you last night before he leaves.

Scanning your apartment for something Jaehyun left, a small note or a flower placed somewhere... but you didn’t find anything. He usually leaves with a promise of seeing together again. Maybe he forgot?

When Jaehyun found out the truth about that Valentine cookie, he immediately hated himself for giving it to you and being the root of his heartbreak right now. He needs to fix this by looking for someone that will love you despite still having his effect on you. He’s positive that once your true love showed up, you will completely forget and move on from him.

It’s weird how this year, all you did was feel an unexplainable pain in your chest. A year full of pain and you dont know where your heartbreak is coming. Not to mention, Jaehyun hasn’t been making you feel his presence lately. That’s why you feel so lonely.

6 months have already passed since the last time that you saw him. And suitors always comes in the way, and you wonder how and why because you knew Jaehyun would get rid of them.

And as months passes by, you continue to fool yourself and still believe that Jaehyun will come back to you. Even tho you felt nothing from his presence the whole year.

Until finally, you received a note from him on Valentine’s day 2022.

Go to Cafe Resonance tonight -JH

And so you did, with a big smile on your face and with a new dress you bought specifically for this occasion. You waited for his arrival, looking at your watch every minute... but he never came. Instead, he sent you another note given bu the manager of Cafe Resonance.

“I’m sorry Y/n,” Manager Chenle said handling you the note that contains the saddest news you’ve ever received.

But just before you could open the note, someone sat in front of you and asked permission to share the table with you because everywhere else is full.

“Yes its fine,” you said without even looking at him and proceed to minding your own business. Reading Jaehyun’s last note to you that says.

He is a good man, full of love and has a heart of gold. He is the one destined for you, not me. The love I can give to you, has no match to what he can give to you. I’m sorry.

“By the way I’m Johnny”

The man reached out his hand for you to shake, smiling so handsomely at you. It’s weird how your heart instantly skipped a beat. Jaehyun how could you do this to me.

[somerpmemes]

The Owl House Starters

Change as needed

“No! My only weakness! Dying!”

“That doesn’t count, right?”

“Do you have any friends? Real ones?”

“Tiny trash thief!”

“Oops, that happens sometimes.”

“I’m a squirmy little fella.”

“I like food, I like love, just let me write about it!”

“Oh, he gets so cute when he’s thirsty for power.”

“I’ve never actually broken any of your stupid laws… in front of you.”

“I hate everything you’re saying right now.”

“We’d be the strongest power couple ever.”

“Self-doubt is a prison you can never escape from.”

“Anyways, let’s bounce before any more monsters fall in love with me.”

“I am not your cutie pie!”

“No one wants an un-oiled snake.”

“Remember, never befriend a man in sandals and always measure twice, cut once.”

“Be back by nightfall or risk mortal peril!”

“I know I’ve had enough delight for one day.”

“Sorry to break it to you, ___, but no one here is that well-dressed.”

“This has been a rough day.”

“Big houses always belong to big whack jobs.”

“Today just got good.”

“Wizards are just old people with glitter in their pockets.”

“Anyways, your food is gone and we are too.”

“Never trust a man in casual drapery.”

“All that mean-spirited laughter made me sleepy.”

“I don’t like this. I really don’t like this.”

“All your food was so tiny and cute.”

“If you can think of a better plan I’d love to hear it.”

“Betrayed by my own cool accessories.”

“I didn’t have to be part of this!”

“I… don’t like this.”

“I think I’ll head home and look at pictures of animals that are still… alive.”

“Wow, you’re so unnoticeable I almost rolled into you.”

“It’s okay, the thorns only went through a few layers of skin.”

“Alright, into the darkness you go.”

“Oh my god, I haven’t eaten real food in so long please give me some.”

“You can’t just cut open a human, can you?”

“Keeping junk in my pocket saved my life!”

“Ahh, baby’s first wanted poster.”

“Even demons have inner demons.”

“This is my paying attention face.”

“Look, now we’re boo boo buddies.”

“It’s like a rainbow, but looking at it turns you inside out.”

“I respect your cunning but I also hate you for it.”

“Oh, gross. Can I keep that?”

“This is terrifying, so why do you look so happy?”

“Oh no, a twist!”

“I’m kind of over that nickname, but okay.”

“Oh, what lovely thing do we have here? It’s just so dang shiny, oh my.”

“And look, I drew flip book.”

“I will literally do anything to stop this.”

“If I’m seen, I could go to jail… again.”

“Alright, let’s see this mess.”

“That’s probably fine.”

“Time to prepare for bloodshed.”

“Welcome down to my level!”

“I know I should be repulsed but that look is fierce.”

“I’m gonna steal everything that’s not nailed down!”

“I was up all night poison tasting and, for some reason, I don’t feel great.”

“I need an extra pair of eyes looking out for pickpockets. And an extra pair of hands in case I want to pickpocket.”

“I got leaves in my pants. And I like it.”

“I was a strange child.”

“You think this can stop me? I can still bite your ankles.”

“If you’re gonna eat me, just do it now!”

“___, you’re getting all swoony again.”

“Rivals are meant to be annihilated, not befriended.”

“Witches eating babies is so 1693.”

“Ugh, you.”

“I thought we were as cool as cucumbers but we’re as sour as pickles.”

“Whoa, I almost passed out.”

“It’s been hours, how can it keep screaming!?”

“Say that again and I steal your tongue.”

“Keep going, this is fun to watch.”

“Isn’t that taking it a bit too far?”

“Just go away before things somehow get worse!”

“This never happened.”

“And who doesn’t like their name in lights?”

“That’s the incorrect reaction!”

“I smell an easy mark.”

“Well, I hate her.”

“It’s like demonic possession with the ones you love.”

“This is just like my favorite early 2000’s movie!”

“I’m so old… and pointy.”

“I’ve got some very confusing emotions right now.”

“My life’s not a joke! But yours is!”

“Novelty costumes are where I draw the line.”

“I am not above disrespecting my elders.”

“This vacation just took an alarming, back-alley turn.”

“Geez, I thought I’d like being babied. But I feel small and helpless, like some sort of baby.”

“Hey, take this, society!”

“I didn’t like her telling me what to do before, but now I love it!”

“Let’s go let out some teen angst!”

“This is how the cool kids ride. Super backwards, on purpose.”

“Your life is pretty terrible. But, hey, it’ll probably be over soon.”

“This is some of my best work, really captures the shame.”

“That’s sweet, kid. Now let’s never speak of this again.”

“Show, don’t tell, man.”

“Oh, look what you did. I’m gonna go rub it in.”

“That seems like a potential problem to me.”

“You being the razzle, I’ll bring the dazzle.”

“Do you always have confetti on you or—?”

“You’re just gonna be unhelpful, huh?”

“Okay, time to run for no particular reason!”

“Oof, I’ve had this nightmare before.”

“Like I’d actually apologize.”

“I want power, and I want drama.”

“Are you ready to give up?”

“I was afraid, I acted stupid.”

“I just wish you told me the truth.”

“You know, it didn’t taste as bad as I thought I would.”

“Impressive, still alive.”

“This is a throne worthy of a tyrant!”

“No, no, keep those sticky hands away.”

“No one wants to see that.”

“Since when are you into sports?”

“Gross, sympathy.”

“Don’t spend all night plotting revenge.”

“Oh, this is an interesting development.”

“I’ll take that weird grumble as a yes.”

“I’m feeling confident about this plan.”

“Trust must be earned.”

“If you run, you’ll just make it harder for yourself!”

“Your pride has destroyed you.”

“So tiny, so angry.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be clean again.”

“If you ever want to search for the truth, I’ll help you.”

“Aww, that’s a horrible lie.”

“Partake of my free snack samples!”

“Why isn’t anyone paying attention to me?”

“A, eww. B, I’m bored. C, I feel like pickpocketing some dork while they browse.”

“I know my good angle.”

“Ugh, what are the basement dwellers doing out in natural sunlight?’

“Hey, there’s more to life than shipping.”

“___, I know you’re trying to help, but I think you’re crossing a line.”

“Ooh, I love punching.”

“You’re ominous, and I like it.”

“And of course you would be here just to be a nuisance.”

“I wanted to compare sunglasses.”

“Fame can really box you in, you know?”

“Besides, if anyone’s putting you down it’s gonna be me.”

“If it’s disappointing in any way I’ll spend the rest of my life trashing it.”

“He scammed us. Can you believe he scammed us?”

“Good entrance. But that outfit? Hah!”

“I’ve got a new crush and her name is education!”

“Ahh, fresh garbage.”

“I have never seen such an extravagant earring.”

“Wow, a surprisingly peaceful domestic moment. When will it be ruined?”

“Weaponizing my pride, well played.”

“Sorry, whoever’s over there!”

“Well, go on. Eat the snow.”

“Huh, it’s no fun if they don’t tremble.”

“Oh, okay, alright. Yup, an idea’s happening.”

“Shh! I don’t need your validation!”

“Get back here before that thing bites you!”

“No, we’re gonna die.”

“Cool. I didn’t actually think you could do it.”

“It’s not a secret.”

“Alright, your adorable banter is literally making me sick.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve seen worse.”

“Aww. I won’t be doing that, but thanks.”

“Quitting: it’s like trying, but easier.”

“You humans are filled with liquids, right?”

“I guess I have always liked pouring things into other things.”

“Time to scrounge through the trash.”

“I ain’t no desk jockey.”

“You don’t know diddly dang about squiddly squat!”

“I love secret rooms!”

“You have an aura of lies.”

“Also, you can eat trash.”

“Do the right thing, you dingus!”

“It just goes on like this for an hour.”

“Carnivals bring crowds and crowds bring suckers.”

“We’ve got scams to run.”

“I know poison when I see it.”

“You can’t scam a scammer.”

“You should really put a lock on your closet.”

“I love crimes!”

“Now this is my kind of weird.”

“That’s way safer than becoming blood brothers.”

“Beat up the man and steal his things for me.”

“This mama is ready for trauma.”

“All right. Approval!”

“Curse these stubby legs!”

“Sketchy carnival rides are not to blame this time.”

“___, you’re lucky I can’t be mad at your adorable antics.”

“Just when I thought I couldn’t respect the law any less…”

“Aww, what a supportive sign.”

“Yep, I just counted to one million.”

“Looks like we ruined his life for a second time.”

“I’ve always wanted to own a jagged piece of cheap metal.”

“Yes! Bread puns, bread puns forever!”

“Now I know what friendship tastes like.”

“I think today is a talons day.”

“It’s fun because it’s stupid.”

“I’ll admit, I was adorable.”

“Be careful with my brain.”

“Wouldn’t you rather talk about it?”

“That’s my motto after all, ‘Out of sight, out of mind.’”

“No schemes, no plots, no ruses. None.”

“I can’t believe I made him cry.”

“Are you solving a crime or about to commit one?”

“Sadly this is one problem crime can’t solve.”

“I’m supposed to choose someone interesting, accomplished, and noteworthy. People aren’t meant to be all those things!”

“Yup, her brain’s burned up real good.”

“Be still my fantasy-loving heart.”

“I’m pretty good at getting stuck inside people’s heads.”

“Hey, I found something magical.”

“I’ma put my face in it.”

“It’s like a little doghouse for angels.”

“If you’re handing out attention, I deserve it.”

“Eww, I mean, aww.”

“I really messed things up.”

“It’s eggs, it’s full of eggs.”

“No one turns down an interview with someone this pretty.”

“Me? Avoid? What? No. But let’s skip it.”

“There’s levels to me, kid. Levels I say!”

“Oh, right, I put people in there.”

“I’m gonna hug you so hard you’ll never forget me again!”

“I regret teaching you about the internet.”

“Ah, a severed hand. Perfect response.”

“Hmm, the demon at my shoulder makes a good point.”

“Always trust a shoulder demon.”

“The more I look at him, the more uncomfortable I get.”

“Man, you’ve got some quick grabbers.”

“I can’t wait to get overdressed, take awkward photos, push all the buttons!”

“We’re gonna turn this bloodbath into a fun bath.”

“Do you think I could pull off red eyeshadow?”

“Girl, you could pull off anything.”

“We’re style geniuses!”

“Ominous footsteps, creepy woods, this is no problem.”

“Dang, I look great.”

“___, you always go overboard and I end up bailing you out.”

“Now, what’s the fun in watching a kid get eaten by a monster if it’s my kid?”

“___, I don’t think you’re ready but we’re literally out of time.”

“Why so twitchy, witchy?”

“Teenagers are brutal. They’ll boo anyone and that kind of public humiliation will stick with you for life.”

“You look nice. Strange, but nice.”

“Honestly, I’m kind of amazed with how fearless you are.”

“You’ve done things I could never do.”

“Thing is, you’re sitting in my personal chitchat zone, which means you gotta talk.”

“I am a little weirdo.”

“You gotta pander.”

“Cheating a isn’t anything to brag about.”

“Well, can’t reason with crazy!”

“I’ve been talking for too long.”

“Feeling sentimental?”

“I love water.”

“I don’t know much about sports but I do know about sports movies.”

“What happens in the montage stays in the montage.”

“Not everything can be solved with a good attitude and a dope movie soundtrack.”

“Sorry, I just really love backstories.”

“You just destroyed your social life.”

“That’s such a stupid rule!”

“You’re not gonna show this to anyone, right?”

“I haven’t forgotten what you promised me.”

“Ahh, you’re a thorn in my side but you always dig your way into my heart.”

“Jeez, you’re morbid.”

“Ahh, it’s a fate much worse than death if you think about it.”

“Please don’t make me regret taking you here.”

“Love me a properly ventilated castle.”

“I spy with my little eye something coming this way!”

“I’m going away and I don’t know if I can come back this time.”

“And  ___, thank you, for being in my life.”

“I want her back as much as you do.”

“Don’t look at me like that, this is for your own good.”

“Ah farts, I got caught.”

“You understand, don’t you?”

“Please tell me that’s not as bad as it sounds.”

“To be great, you have to make sacrifices.”

“Ahh, ___, you chose the wrong side.”

“I like your spirit, but try that again and things won’t end well for you.”

“Go on, then. Go be a hero.”

“I may have lost but so have you.”

“I can teach you what I know, and what we don’t know we can learn together.”

[breitzbachbea]

Tell me about Franci the slut uwu

I cannot say no to this!!! :D

Franci is the nickname of Francesco Belfari, born and raised in Napoli, Campania. In my AU Universe "Like Father Like Son", he's part of Team Italy, more specifically a right hand to Feliciano. He is the bloke on the left in my header and here's some more artwork of him:

The first one is him with Feliciano and Dolcetto, just like my header, artist being my friend C0FFINATED on twitter.

The other two are by @pyromaniacqueen who, holy shit, is insanely good at drawing muppets. Drawing in general, but look at that muppet pirate! The picture below is him with Dolcetto's cat Machiavelli.

For some basic backstory: He was born and raised by a single mother in Naples & left home at 16 to travel around Italy + neighbouring countries. He kept himself afloat by doing odd jobs, both legal and illegal. And he got such an reputation among the Italian underground with some of his stunts that he perked the Vargas' interests. (Sidenote, this was shortly after Lovino having inherited the 'family business' from his father). Finding out that he was in Rome, working at a strip club, Lovino sent Fabio, his only right hand at the time, to go and make him an offer. Francesco gladly took that offer, because he was too nosy for his own good & had maneuvered himself into quite the predicament with the club owners. So he ended up working for the Vargas and formed such a friendship with Lovino that when time came for Feliciano to be involved, Lovino made him Feli's right hand because he trusted Francesco to keep his brother safe and sound.

Francesco is a man that is hard to put into words. Charming, full with a zest for life and a knack for figuring out what makes people tick. He wants to be everyone's friend and doesn't hold many grudges, since they would get in the way of him enjoying all of the weird people life throws at him. He is also promiscous and flirty, and loves his friends to pieces.

He's also got a sadistic side inside of him that he tries to suppress, partly by using religion as a vent and guide (he's Roman Catholic), partly by justifying some of the vile exploits he delights in by only unleashing them onto people who're no better than him. People who have wronged his friends. Anything to feed the beast inside of him scraps before he has to chain it again, unless he doesn't want to look into the mirror anymore.

If you'd like to read some things that feature Francesco:

Italian Affairs, where he is one of the main characters and which describes him better than I ever could.

Mistletoen't do this to me, which has him also in his whole dirtbag glory.

The Drabble Collection has a few drabbles with him and Dolcetto, as well with him as a background character in one GerIta drabble.

The Res Publica AU features him as one of the main characters! Because Franci was made to be a sleazy politician in the 1st century BCE.

Ohne dich (schlaf' ich heute Nacht nicht ein) features him and the rest of Team North Italy only in very minor roles, but that story is a hoot and a half despite not being accurate to canon anymore when it comes to the main characters.

Motherfucker also has a playlist:

Sorry if all of this is disjointed and not very informative, but how to describe him? Whore. Saint. Monster. Down to earth and at the same time all the way to hell. Just your charming friendly neighbourhood neapolitan. A lover! A friend! Someone with a heart that cares and bleeds so genuinely for this world!

I think the bridge of Contronatura by Caparezza still sums him up best:

I am so beautiful That you forgive me for everything I am so beautiful That I am always in the right I am so beautiful I am not capable of hurting you I am so beautiful Of a deadly beauty